Noah is off with his new job and it is taking time to get used to it. He accepted a job as an assistant project manager for remodeling, closing, and opening various stores across the country. While he isn't too far from home during this first job assignment, it is distant enough to bring me back to our dating days. When we first started dating, we were several hours away from each other for the majority of our relationship prior to him moving in with me. 

We've reverted back to our dating tactics of looking forward to planned weekend moments and spending as much time with one another as possible. The main difference that I'm combating is being on my own. I've never done this before! During college, I lived on my fraternity's dormitory floor with friends surrounding me at all times. Even when I moved out of the dorms, I had a roommate. This is a surreal experience, to say the least. I'm cooking for myself and myself alone for the first time. If I make a dish that will generate leftovers, I'll be the only one eating it. There are four bowls of Mexican Street Corn sitting in my refrigerator, and now I'm cooking bacon to break the monotony! Grocery shopping is vastly different now! I'm shopping for one, and I'm passing family pack everything. There's no solution for this lonesome chef! It's almost tempting to start a TV dinner diet, but I refuse to let myself stoop to radiation meals.

Our bed has become my office. It has been over a week since I last sat on any furniture in the living room. I'm also getting used to the silence. TV shows will be watched occasionally, but the only sounds in my apartment currently is the sound of my fingers slamming against laptop keys and the bacon sizzling on the stove. 

Is this how people go insane, or how one achieves tranquility? My life has never been more productive. I have never been one to do laundry at a regular interval, but this new lifestyle has encouraged a schedule. I get home and begin a process:  shower, cook/reheat food, check on dishes (load dishwasher, start if needed), laundry check, spend remaining time on GA until bedtime. I have considered getting a gym membership or start walking around the neighborhoods just to get out of the house, but I'm usually sore enough from my job to constitute that as my exercise for the day. 

But the daily calls from Noah keep my mind clean. I know he has it much rougher living in a hotel room without a proper kitchen and an unfamiliar bed. It's a lot of McDonald's and microwave meals for him, so I should have no room to gripe. Just listening to him talk about his job is enough to keep me smiling, despite his job consisting of him standing around and doing literally nothing. At the end of the day, I know he'll be home soon.

Noah, two hundred miles won't keep us apart. I love you, big guy. I can't wait to see you again.