- Date: Monday, July 14, 2008 -- 7pm
- Location: Somerville, MA
- Kitchen: Matty's Apartment
- Dining Companions: Matt and Matty
- Recipe Rating: B+
Here is the recipe.
A friend recently said to me, "I don't know how you do it -- I don't know how you live alone." He's married and his wife was out of town, and he was lonely. Talking to him I felt a little bit proud, a little bit tough. I spent the majority of the last year living 1000 miles away from my special gentleman, in an apartment by myself, and I was totally fine. That makes me tough, right? Perhaps not. My special gentleman is out of town tonight and I have been in my pajamas since 8pm. I microwaved leftovers from date-night last night for dinner, worked until I couldn't any more, and watched TV on iTunes for the rest of the night. I freaked out for a while when a mouse trapped in our pantry started making all sorts of ruckus. I am now laying on the bed, on top of all the laundry I told my special gentleman that I would fold and put away. And I am lonely. I could have gone out tonight, but I wanted to stay in. I wanted to work and watch my trashy TV show. I wanted to lay in bed in my jammers. But I didn't expect to be lonely. It's funny how expectations change so quickly. I have been in Boston for most of three months now, and suddenly I am not used to being alone at night. Never mind that I lived by myself through the whole academic year. Apparently I have forgotten that!
Pretty soon the magic bubble of the summer will burst, and I will be back in Indiana, by myself. This year will be even easier than last -- my special gentleman is living in Indiana half time in the fall, and full time in the spring! But there will be nights, weeks even, when I am home alone. I guess I will have to toughen up again!