In Between

When I first moved in with Joe I was highly invested in my lingerie collection. Pinks and blues, silks and laces. Each was its own romantic piece of art. As it turns out, I didn’t wear them much. I prefer a pair of Joe's boxer briefs and a paint-splattered tank top.

Watching a myriad of sit-coms, Joe has worked himself into an anxious state about what seems like the inevitable lack-luster marriage. I, on the other hand, think that there is something wonderful in the space between the lingerie and the boxer-briefs. It’s peace, consistency, confidence and comfort. In many ways, I think that that space is just as meaningful, if not more, than the space between lips or palms.

I think it’s in that unique space where true love lies, the unending familial-type love that asks nothing in return. Personally, I relish in these moments of peace when I am not worried about my hair or my thighs. Joe worries about eventually loss of lust and connectivity. Ironically, it is in the peaceful space that he has the most of me.

Week 20

Greece was like a dream. Having Joe to myself for two weeks was amazing. We settled back into our old ways and habits quickly and they became familiar again as if nothing had ever separated us. Now, back in the real world, it seems surreal. I long to have my dream-like state back.

I returned home to spring. Warm breezes seem to coax me forward. The air is sweeter and the days are longer.

Sea Sick

Most of the people we have met in Greece are not Greek. This is perplexing, yet allows you to feel as though the many things you have at home that were made in China can somehow now be considered exotic. This is simply to make the point that true and pure cultures are few and far between, that the mish-mash is perhaps just as good if not better, and no matter what it is, it is unlikely made by actual natives of the place you find yourself.

Week 23

Joe is growing a go-tee. This is new for him and me. He arrived in Athens the day before me and made the city real through a study of maps and language. Only Joe could begin to decipher Greek in a matter of hours. While bodies come together in moments, it takes more time for the souls to realign themselves and become in sync. Actual reality, in this case, changes quicker than concepts of reality. I can’t believe its really you.