It’s been a hot minute since anything’s swept your dashboards from us (or well, me) - so here’s what’s happening these days in my love life (which is all i ever report these days..zzz? give me ideas!) 

So.. here goes nothing. 

Bubs (thankfully not his real name! just a pet one that I’ve given him, poor bloke) & I have been dating for the better part of this past year, so we’re starting to get to that cozy place in our relationship where I’m around him wearing hot rollers in my hair and he doesn’t always shave his beard when I kiss him. I’d be sad about this if it wasn’t so nice to not have to be this polished version of myself at every turn, because when enough time is spent together - the act kind of wears thin. Not that we don’t still love date nights and looking good for one another - as a pair equipped with extremely healthy egos, that’s never been a problem - it’s just nice not to worry if I’m not on top form, is all! 

But I digress. I came home from England at the end of November, and after a teary eyed goodbye and lots of promises to keep this love of ours burnin’ through the winter months (where’s Johnny Cash to write a song when you need him? I know, I know..) , we went back to Skype calls for a month or so. And then, it was here. We turned my house upside down, I tried to hide all the mess of my room in crafty storage containers, and before I knew it I was listening to Jens Lekman on my way to go pick up Bubs from the airport —- with my parents.

It wasn’t that bad, really! I got wrapped up in a kiss and picked up/twirled around, and next thing I know Bubs & I are in the backseat getting driven around Boston with two middle aged goons (better known as the Wagner parental unit) who are horribly lost. An hour later, we’re in Chinatown (Boston). In a long distance relationship, it’s weird to have your loved one in your home element - I find, anyway. I kept thinking to myself “how is he here?” but it was a welcome change, and it was so nice to have my handsome man to hold my hand and keep me from falling to my icy death in four inch heels. And yeah, you know, to love and stuff, etc..

He was only here for nine days, but that’s the longest either of us have spent solely in each other’s company - or anyone’s for that matter, let alone around the clock. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a bit difficult some days. Like clockwork, I was PMSing half the time and the other half all we could do was get frozen to bits outside in the arctic that was New England that week. It wasn’t movie perfect. By any means. We got cranky, tired, touchy, and yeah - a bit sick of each other for moments there. But weirdly enough.. I think it made us appreciate each other more in the end.

I can’t even recall the amount of times I said “I always love you, but I don’t like you!” that week, and we laughed - but it’s true! There’s something so solid and great about that kind of love. The kind of love that can withstand cranky restaurant searches in big cities, almost missing trains, getting lost,etc. Getting through things with a person who, even at their worst, is still who you’ll always choose to be with over somebody’s best. Because they know your (sometimes foul) bag, and you know theirs - and even though it isn’t always top pickings, you know that there’s nothing absolutely unacceptable in there.

My friends adore him (pssst: it’s SO easy to win american girls over with british accents. i didn’t think it was so true, but man! works like a charm.), they adore us. My best friend’s a tough critic, and well.. I think she said it best. (other than that she wants to bottle up Bubs’ accent. I mean, really?)

“I just loved watching you two. I’ve never seen you be so much like yourself around any guy, and it’s so clear that he adores you to pieces. Don’t mess it up!”

Between that & the fact that he put up with my crazy family/animals for a week, I don’t have any intention of doing so..

And neither does he.

Roll on, March..

xo