Playing House

The Principal moved some stuff in to my place during his transition to far, far away. I helped a little. I didn't have a panic attack when I saw my garage fill up. I didn't freak out when he claimed a spare bedroom to put some things in. No fear was shown. Not even a drop.

We spent the next two weekends like an old married couple. Grocery shopping, making sure he had enough jeans for work, watching movies, Home Depot, yard work, cooking at home, folding laundry. I told Julie about it. She snorted and asked if I'd ever seen "Old School." My reply was that we'd had a nice little Saturday, missed out on going to Bed, Bath & Beyond and she could shut the hell up.

As much as I enjoyed having him in my house and spending time together... The old me was itching for my space. I would miss him soon after he left but leading up to his departure I had to force my hands to stop rubbing together like Mr. Burns. My solitude is ingrained and I miss it as if it were a person when its gone. Kind of like I'm cheating on the Principal wanting my alone time and vice versa.

The best part, that first weekend when he was getting ready to leave he wrapped me in his arms and kissed me. He told me he loved me and we would make things work. It felt good to have the reassurance even though that day my glass was half full. It was nice to know this was hard on him too.

Communication hit an all time high for us. There were more calls and texts and even an instance of Skype, which is so freaking weird I barely have words to describe it. My heart squeezed to be able to see him on the computer. My ego fell when I saw how I looked in the little window. Do I always make those awful faces? My eyes looked like they were trying to escape my face! Ugh. Fucking technology.