cohabitation

last week i posted and unposted something having felt too vulnerable about the issue in spite of the small, intimate audience i have here. however, a happy ending brings me back to the subject.

will and i agreed to move in together this august, and we're both so excited about it. we've spent the past several months having seven night a week sleepovers and storing an assortment of our belongings at each other's places -- toothbrushes, work out clothes, pajamas, shoes, backpacks, jewelry, contacts, and the list goes on. Five nights a week we sleep on my pull-out sofa bed with its inch-thick mattress that tries to fold up on us if we lay on it the wrong way. in the meantime, we're paying two rents while virtually living together.

will is my best friend and my favorite person in the world. i couldn't be happier to be living with him in a few months.

yesterday we went to the driving range. my swing is awkward, but it got better with practice. i enjoyed myself, but today my wrists are sore.

i read at least three separate articles today in three separate online papers about the dalai lama. he came to madison and then to chicago to speak. i have so much respect for buddhism, and such a curiosity for it. it seems so relentlessly focussed on peace, both inside onesself and out. it also strikes me as a very intellectual and calming path. no one is shouting new age spiritual rock via public access or knocking children on their backs with christ's love while an 800 number blinks on the screen. there's such humility in buddhism, and an undying belief that we all want and need peace more than anything else in this world. i like that.

tonight it's the pistons at 7 and the redwings at 9, and another night on my sofa bed. ouch.