Last weekend’s update got postponed, as I was too busy catching up with the husband! We met halfway between my temporary home in Gateshead and his at Cranwell and had a lovely weekend together, even though about 50% of it was spent catching up on his sleep!
I was really hoping for a nice and easy parting this time: I would wave goodbye at him at the train station (public place – more of a reason to keep my composure) and then head back up north to carry on with my “routine” (relatively short drive, accompanied by a friend – no time for any destructive panic thinking! Excellent plan). Unfortunately, due to unforeseen circumstances (or should I say lack of planning on my slightly-better-half’s end) I ended up having to drive him all the way back to Cranwell, before turning around and heading back home, completing a total of just over 270 miles. Safe to say, by the time I made it home my brain was doing some impressive emotional cartwheels. Dropping him off at the college, the long lonely drive back… the whole arrangement has played a trick on my mind and made me feel like I am back at square one! It’s going to take a bit of effort to get back on my feet and follow my own advice from my very first post…
One other thing that is not helping is that the novelty of living with a friend is definitely wearing off and I’m starting to feel irritatingly unsettled… Reminds me of a particular bit of my life, from a dozen or so years ago:
Summer 2004. I am one very excited 14 year old, anxiously waiting for my best friend to appear in the arrival gates of the airport. There are happy tears, hugs and kisses. Summer holidays are promising to be fabulous. This is going to be so much fun! We can listen to our favourite band together, eat lots of pizza, go shopping, crimple each other’s hair with my brand new hair irons and every day will end with a merry sleepover – girly chats and hot chocolates! Oh boy, I can’t wait!
Fast forward a week and a half.
4 days of the visit left and I’m beginning to suspect that if it was any longer, we would both be lucky to come out of this unharmed, never mind being best buds.
I miss being able to starfish on the bed without elbowing someone in the face. I twitch every time I see a dirty dish or a half-finished glass of juice, abandoned by its’ user, waiting for someone (my mum) to wash it. Suddenly even the little things, pet hates that shouldn’t concern me at all, annoy me to the very core: picking up a book when we sat down to watch a movie, not brushing teeth before going to bed, not clearing the bath from hair after getting out of it and then refusing to bin it because apparently unless buried properly it will never grow back (WHAAAT???).
Eventually the remainder of the visit passed and my friend went home, never to return.
Take note parents, if you don’t like your child’s friend, invite them to stay over for a while (preferably with no way of escape).
It is amazing how many new things you discover about a person when you live with them for a couple of weeks. My current housemate is lovely, you literally could not find a nicer guy. But sadly the last 3 weeks have revealed a few habits that are, for no particular reason, starting to rub me the wrong way. It’s certainly not as bad as the 2004 episode where I was literally ready to start gluing all the bath hair back to her head (AAARGH)! I am endlessly grateful to my friend for putting me up during this transitional period and for lending me an ear when I’m down. I also realise that some of those annoyances are simple nothings, picked up by my picky brain. Regardless, it is with regret that I must admit we are just not meant to be…long-term housemates.
On the other hand, this really does make me wonder, how do some people still get married, having never sampled a life under the same roof? Brave.
3 weeks down, 10 to go.