18/10/17

18/10/17

It has been a while since I touched this diary. Many things have kept me occupied, and detailing the many mundanities of my life could no longer take precedence. To make a long story short, we moved. We sold our house and found a comfortable apartment in the city. Everything is much easier to access now. No need to drive for long if at all. The apartment itself is spacious, and it was fun decorating it with him. When we first bought our previous home, I took on most of the decorating because there were many days when he just didn’t have the energy. Perhaps that was another reason he didn’t like our home. It had too much of my taste, not enough of his. Well, this time he was there and he could choose anything he liked. He gravitates towards darker, cooler colors, so now we have blue-grey walls and darker-toned furniture . I discovered a lot about what he finds to be aesthetically pleasing, and my joy was in watching him ponder over what kind of color chair would best suit the vibe that was slowly coming together. I’ll admit I am glad that he included interesting textures, like a lovely wooden table that had enough variation in its pattern to break up the sleekness of the area. He also loves things trimmed in gold. I do too, I will admit. Overall, it has been a busy two months of us running here and there, dealing with the boring bureaucracies of purchasing properties and then the exciting joys of decorating. Now this was our home, and it was lovely. I love art I can hang up on the walls and enjoy from time to time, and he loves art woven into practical items. Gorgeously carved tables, chairs, interesting sculptures. He gravitates towards the physical.

Either way, I think he is much more at ease here than in our previous home. There is a very spacious area outside. It’s like a little garden. That place, I have taken. I’ve planted flowers and herbs there. All potted, of course. I’m thinking more herbs. Maybe fruits. Tomatoes, strawberries. Since I’ve been much more dedicated to cooking, it’s good a time as any to start growing my own spices, right? But I will still have my flowers. Probably more flowers anything else. My visions of an herb-filled garden will remain wistful musings, I feel.

In the end, it was all worth it. Viktor is home much more often nowadays. He hardly stays out. We eat dinner together almost every day, we watch silly movies and we’ve walked around to restaurants nearby, trying to find our new favorite go-to spot. This is good, this is fine. And yet I feel like I am waiting, looking out into a clear blue sky, sun shining brightly. Humidity growing unbearable as the hours tick by. Humidity that finally births the sweet release of a storm.

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