Just Be in Magical Realism

I’ve been so spoiled, coming off a great 4-day-weekend with A, a short week last week and and vacation just before that - almost 2 weeks of being together most of the day every single day, which I love.

Wednesday I went to that yoga event with a girlfriend. In retrospect it was even more cool. 10,000 people, gathered in a celebration of peace, and fitness, and happiness.

Thursday I went to Ropes & Rowers class at the gym while A got fitted for suits and we met up for sushi afterwards.

Friday A had work but I didn’t, so I slept in, worked out a bit, then we went to early dinner - chatted all night and then slept in the next day.

Saturday afternoon I had a hair appointment - went a bit darker for fall, more caramel blonde than the almost platinum thing that was going on before. We met up in Soho and did a nice long walk around. Went to get dinner and ice cream - nice lazy day.

Sunday we got up pretty early to volunteer at a local swim. It was a nice day out, so a lot of fun to be out on the boats, helping swimmers and enjoying the beautiful views of Manhattan. After the swim we bailed on the afterparty (I was burnt out on talking to people) and went home to eat pizza, watch movies, and cuddle up in the air conditioning.

Monday was similarly lazy - we bummed around the house until heading out for a sunset swim at Brighton Beach with the gang. It was totally impromptu, Mo and C were coming back from Russia and were dying for a swim so we jumped on the subway. I pinged D on the way and she’d slept in and missed the early crowd so she met us there too. Caught another batch of swimmers on their way out, so nice to see everyone. There were some really good waves so we pretty much just played around and body surfed the whole time. Hee.

Went home, took a shower and cuddled up. Reality hit hard this morning with a 5:15 wake up call, 6am car to airport before an early flight and the rest of the week away on a work trip. Bah. I get back Friday afternoon and am hoping to meet A for lunch before he heads off on his annual canoe trip with his friends from grade school.

It sounds so cheesy but even after 15 years I am still so obsessed with him. I still get a rush of adrenaline when we decide to meet somewhere after work…I walk in, and our eyes meet. Every single time. The loving timbre of his voice after 30 hours of swimming, when he’s the only other one who hasn’t slept, helping me, keeping watch over me the whole time. Holding my hand as we reach the summit of a mountain, or making sure I’m okay as I stumble over mossy rocks, taking the last steps of my swim. I honestly can’t appreciate him enough.

I’m in withdrawal already.

Last updated September 08, 2015