Watch the Monkey Dance....Yayyyy Art!

I have successfully upgraded this Upper Eastsiders posh new apartment with works of Art and pictures of my beloveds...Thus, from a well-furnished pad...springs forth the place I call well ALMOST Home...
Somethings missing...Lol, hmmm. The Irony.

I'm thinking a few houseplants? A New bedset? Something...

While buying a new comforter won't make up for the Man missing in my bed, I was reminded by my Mom that I've always been a happy girl asleep on a couch if need be...

Its funny when you fall in love, the things that used to make you happy still do, but there's this unfullfilled part of you...

The begining of Dogma (the movie) explains it...The main charector is talking about how when you're little, you have a little glass, and life/faith can fill it up easily...but as you grow...the glass gets bigger. The same amount of faith no longer fills the glass...

That's kinda it...its like for the first time in YEARS (maybe 10 YEARS) I allowed myself to think about having a child again...Isn't that nuts?
For the first time in YEARS, I trust someone...completely. I'd move, I'd stay at home...I'd be That Girl...the one to give it all up for a Man...yup. Pathetic...

Secret? I've wanted that since a freshman in college.
Shocker? Just two days ago I was told by Mr.Boots that he never saw me as "the Family Type...I always figured you the lonely career woman working at some high class office, counting money I couldn't dream of..."

And in an instant, I was like wow!?

I already think of the names I want for the future son or daughter...I laugh at deciding whether to tell the Man in the Yellow Hat that this is what he's done to me...

Poor Guy... My Man it seems is still 6 hours too far away, but his messages of returned normality, have brought a smile to my face all day...Our Normality is a Disney Fairytale...
He messaged all the time, called all the time, was here all the time...as Queen put it...we are "obsessed" with each other...Yup. the couple people love to hate. The couple snuggling on the subway, or holding hands in a grocery store, the kissing in the park that begs "get a room..." Yup, I miss that normality...

While what he's dealing with is severe and necessary, it doesn't make me any less impatient. As I told him, I can barely wait in a line at a grocery store...This is hard.

Que se ra...I guess I wait. In the meantime, I hang art that reminds me that if forced to live a life alone, I do so quite nicely...and suddenly the glass gets just a little fuller.

I'm okay My Universe, just missing what will soon enough make the house a Home.