3 Years and Counting

On November 19th Andy and I will have been together for 3 years. I am so proud of him. He is on two Police Department wait lists and just celebrated his 2nd year of sobriety. I am proud of us too. For the last two months we have had some friends who have relocated here from Portland living with us. At times this has been very stressful, but we have managed to stay sane. Though, to be perfectly honest, I have almost lost it a couple times, he has been able to pull me back to center.

Sometimes our relationship seems so easy, like living with him is what I was born to do. Other times, like when I go to take a shower and see the black sludge he left in the tub from when he washed the brake dust off, I want to kick him.

I get excited when he and I start planning. We want to take a cross-country road trip, we want to buy a computer, we want to buy a house, there is even talk of marriage. These things (especially the one about marriage) seem so much more fulfilling with him there.

There are moments when life reminds me how much I love him. Last year around Christmas, I took the garabage out and on the way back saw our apartment in a totally different way. The Christmas lights were on and I could see Andy in our kitchen window doing the dishes. Our apartment seemed to glow with warmth and love. For the first time since I had moved back, Burien felt like home and my heart ached alittle bit knowing that there was someone in the world who meant so much to me.