late night reading

Late night reading - 

"But the thing about life is that you simply cannot settle for melancholy, even when it's true.  You are not a tragedy, you are a personal essay.  You must rise above and you must do it in the last paragraph with basic grammar and easily recognized words."

A Personal Essay by a Personal Essay - Christy Vannoy

August rains in Atlanta remind me of temper tandrums.  Come and gone with no warning, and once gone, not a trace of resentment.  So I headed out today in jeans, boots, and an umbrella when the second I got into my car, the heavy down pour that made me doubt my decision to leave the house at all only seconds before... stopped!  And I spend the afternoon outlet shopping with friends in shorts and flip flops.

12 to 12

I'm working strange hours these days.  12 to 12.  More like 12 to 10 since I always slip out early (I let others slip out early too when they are on 12 to 12, for working till midnight is truly depressing).  I have gotten used to waking up at 10AM and having time to straighten my hair before I go to work, looking more put together.  It also means more quality time with my husband since he works from home on some days.  I get to wake up to him fully caffeinated, and drink the rest of his coffee.

I like to refer to S as husband instead of hubby because I have waited so long to call someone my husband; every syllable counts.

My husband went to Destin with his family today, and left me behind.  I came home to an empty apartment at 10 pm, and all of a sudden can't remember what's so great about solitude, silence, and personal space.  I miss my husband terribly.

I saw (not one but) two lightning bugs on my way home tonight.  It feels like instant good luck.  The first one flickered in front of me so fast by the time I realized what it was, it was gone.  Made me smile anyway.  It was dark, dingy and wet, did not seem the place for something so magical as a lightning bug. :)

cheese buns

http://deeperstory.com/the-day-i-ate-6-cheese-buns/

I love this story.  The courage it must take to tell something so dark, hidden and personal in its complete detail, with complete honesty.  It stirs up memories not so distant, and makes me wonder if I'm still the same girl who was addicted to cream cheese and couldn't stop eating it by the spoonful.

Loving this red dress.  It is my "cheese bun".

Life is not poetic these days.  It's very gritty, full of grown up issues.  S softens this reality, filling each day with laughter, silliness and his kind, goofy smile.  Will marriage always be so good?  I often wonder.  After three years together and almost one year of marriage, S officially moved in with me.  The combining of things and having two of everything.  He will officially try and sell his condo.  This is because we have (almost) officially bought a house!  I'm officially excited + overwhelmed, S is officially stressed + overwhelmed.  I'm more vocal about it.  He is the strong and silent type.