I think I'm finally gettin' the U-haul joke...

So how was my weekend?

It was amazing, thanks for asking.

It was so good that two days has passed and I still haven’t completely recovered from it.

Not to brag excessively, but I did make a great host :)
let’s just say that my temporary bed & breakfast gained top scores in all the categories of hospitality.

(and yes, my lasagna and my gluttony-heaven tiramisù were excellent and very much appreciated...)

Really the only downside of the all experience was that it did not last long enough
(other downside…we are right in the middle of pollen season, I live in countryside and my baby is allergic to pollen and cut grass.. she did not have a pretty hour on Saturday night, let me tell you)

Anyway… how good it was… cuddling on the couch, playing with my puppies (btw they fell in love with her right away and they didn’t even need to be bribed with cookies like I suggested.. they clearly are superior dogs when it comes to judge people)
and I’m not listing the other activities because, well I’m not named Gentleman for nothing you know.

Me and Gf usually say that our weekends spent in hotel rooms loving each other are like our bubble, our little moments of incredible happiness away from all troubles and life problems; away from concerns, away from labels and everything that those can means.

This time, for the first time, we sorta burst the bubble.
We were instead in something real, something homey, with different rhythms, different habits.
It was similar and yet deeply unlike everything we shared before.

Her presence in my space, in my world has been so strong than I can still feel it around the place and strangely enough I’m surprise by it, which is odd considering how in just less than an year she entered my life and became so important and such a great part of it.

I feel like now it’s not anymore just about affinity, chemistry, intimacy or even comfort… it’s like something clicked inside me while we were dining together or talking silly while watching my childhood pictures..
like a little voice inside my head that keeps repeating:

“You know what… this could definitely work outside the bubble”