Houses, paperwork and summer colds

Today should be a great day for me and Satu, we just closed on a house. Unlike most lesbians, who generally shack up within days of their first flirt, Satu and I waited over five years. It's not that we didn't love each other, or want to live together, we were just never able to do it until now. Now we are moving out of our rental into a home of our own that we can make ours in a way that we have never been able to before.

Here is the new place from the outside. It has had some landscaping done since, but still pretty much the same. Most of the houses in the neighborhood are similar. We opted for the good neighborhood with very high taxes and good schools so that we could hopefully find an established and friendly community of people like us.

So, as you can see by the pictures, we should be spending tonight celebrating our awesome new house in an awesome new neighborhood where we are going to make lots of friends and have a happy life with our strange little family of animals. Instead, we are in bed blowing our noses on toilet paper and toasting with nyquil.

This is what is causing Satu to feel miserable and to hate me a little for bringing into our home. It's also in our ears, chests and throats. Right now it is probably fucking up our credit scores too. It is that bad.

We have made it through this whole process, the paperwork that never ends, the hemorrhaging of money and personal information. Through it all, Satu has been her usual, worried yet optimistic hard working, level headed self. We should be toasting to her and shopping for tile, but I guess it will have to wait until next week.

Here are some major differences between how Satu handles illness and how I handle it.

1. As long as I am not nauseous, I think it can't be that bad.
    Satu can handle nausea without losing her cool, but she worries about odd things like arm tingling and flesh eating bacteria.

2. When I am sick, Satu feels sorry for me and does sweet things like makes soup and feels my forehead empathetically.
     When Satu is sick, I do my best, but mostly I pace, worry and check in on her from the doorway like a child.

3. Satu heals patiently, suffering with perfect poise.
    I sneeze and whine about it to the dogs and strangers. Little known fact, infirmity also loves company.

I hope that by next Friday we both feel better and can raise a toast properly in our new house. For now, we'll just curl up here and try not to let our germs mingle.