Long weekend

Satu and I were lucky to get two whole days of a 3 day weekend together. We did all kinds of couple things like meet another couple for dinner and tell our slightly embarrassing stories to new people who will tell us theirs.

We went to Home Depot and to Lowes and giggled about landscaping ideas and the odd chipmunk scampering through the patio section. Satu bought a bee house and helped me figure out the right blocks for our (possibly toxic) fire pit. For the rest of the afternoon we sat outside and planted flowers and just listened to podcasts.

To our 20ish friends who spent the weekend camping and hiking and defiantly smoking cigarettes while they manufactured emotional drama, this weekend probably seems boring. To me, it was perfect. Satu kept looking over and asking me why I was making goofy faces at her. Obviously it is because I feel like I live with a superhero. I feel so lucky that I often feel like I with someone who is so awesome that she is a legend.

possibly toxic

I never get tired of being around her. She always surprises me and makes everything better. When I worry, she finds a way to calm me. When I am hyper, she lets me run myself down. When I giggle for no reason, she will giggle with me just so we can laugh together.

I never thought in my life that I could be with someone that I can trust like her and admire and be endlessly surprised and fascinated with. I usually have more fun at home with Satu than I would anywhere else in the world.

Is this the first step to being an old lady? I don't need to go out because everything I want is here in my home (as long as we remember to get groceries.) I don't go out for retail therapy because I don't care much about anything that I don't already have. Our lives are happy. We can watch cheesy sci-fi shows or listen to old radio stories (which she has on dusty tapes somewhere).

It's sad to me that two days together seems like such a vacation. I think most people get this every week, but I realize that I am actually starving for this kind of time with her. I like getting up slowly and having coffee together before busy body-ing around the house. One day soon I would like to climb maybe one more rung up the corporate ladder so that we can afford for Satu to live the life of the artist that she is instead of suiting up in her work clothes every day to go do a job she hates. Hopefully soon we will have two day weekends every week. How sad is that for a dream?