Of roses and puppies and other magical things*

Dave has been home for one week and it has been magical. I cannot get enough of his smile, his smell, his laugh, his attention and I’m pretty sure that this must be unhealthy because it feels way, way too good to be healthy.

I am so in love. I am so in love that it’s seriously leading me to believe that through all of my long-term relationships (and, as a serial monogamist, I’ve had quite a few), through all of the tears and emotions and depression that I felt over the years because of break-ups or detachment or fights with other boyfriends, that somehow even though I experienced all of that and all of those feelings that I never really loved any of them. I may have been attached, but I wasn’t in love. The feelings are similar, yes,  but they aren’t fleeting and they’re so, so, so much deeper. And they aren’t weakening or lessening in any way! I mean, those initial weeks and months after a relationship begins it’s common to feel incredibly strong emotions toward the new love interest, but after a year and a half? After having lived together for four months? I don’t know, I’d expect them to have at least faded slightly. I’d never have expected that they’d get stronger and even more intense. Sometimes I look into his eyes and find myself thinking how I’d marry him today if he asked me to. Sometimes I look into his eyes and hear my mind saying, "Marry me. "

I am just so happy. I can’t imagine that there could be a more perfect match for me anywhere out there.

In other news, I have yet to get a call for a second interview at the cafe that I interviewed at last week. I’m kind of confused as to why I haven’t. I mean, I realize that they had many, many interviews to complete- but I felt like I had was a shoe-in because of all of my experience and the fact that I know an assistant manager and the owner of the place. On top of that, I felt as though my interview went well.

I just don’t know.

I think that I’m going to go apply to the restaurant across the parking lot from my apartment this afternoon. They’ve had a sign in the window declaring that they’re looking for servers for some time. It’s not the kind of place that I really want to work at, but whatever. At this point any job and any income is better than the severe lack of income that I’ve been experiencing since starting that summer class and saying goodbye to my nanny job. I just need another job. Period. And right now is clearly not the time to be picky. I mean, I can always quit if something better comes along.

Today is supposed to be gorgeous, in terms of weather. I kind of want to go to the beach. Maybe I should call my sister? 

*Edit:

It’s been a while since I’ve taken pictures of my balcony plants. 

Here is the photo from June:

And here they are today!:

Thyme/rosemary on the left, chives in the middle, and my freaking massive tomato plants on the right. Sadly. my rosemary has some funky disease that has prevented it from growing much at all since I planted it in May. It’s probably not edible, either. I haven’t done much research on what it could possibly be, but Dave’s friend Chris (the one we went to Jamaica with), the botany major,  was over a week or so ago and said that it’s a fungus. Ho-hum.

Basil and Italian parsley. The parsley is looking pretty ugly because I’ve been cutting off it’s tops in attempt to make it grow more of the thick, pretty leaves that tend to grow from the bottom of the plant. The basil is just insane. I just chopped like five bunches from it a couple of days ago. I’m going to need to make a massive patch of pesto for freezing someday soon, here.
 

Aaaand I didn’t grow these, but I picked them up from the farmer’s market today and thought that the cosmos were pretty… even though the rest of the bouquet is bordering on dead. 🙂

I love $4 flowers!