Ten Days

It was ten days. That's not a long time. I realize this, but it seemed like months. To make things worse, he was traveling with a three hour time difference. So not only didn't I see Jose for ten days but I barely had a chance to talk to him. There was one groggy phone call. It was past midnight and I barely remember what I said. The last thing I remember is him telling me the monorail was there to take him back to his hotel and then he'd call me back. Then my alarm went off. I did use that opportunity wisely. I made mention that I'm sure he was too busy shopping for a present for me to call me back. Let's set this precedent now.

Week night visits are short. It was almost six until I got to his house and since he has the bed time of a child, I left around nine. To spend that amount of time talking, listening and being heard, is incredible. Most of us don't focus on communication that intently. We are emailing while eating a meal, texting while we are finishing a conversation, talking while we are driving. There always seems to be something else going on. Sit down and focus on talking one night. No tv, no music, just people. It was energizing and peaceful all at the same time.

Plans for the weekend are still in the works. I'm really not a fan of driving back to my house late at night. I'm trying really hard at this compromising thing. But I did learn that he is trainable. He brought me chocolate covered macadamia nuts. From Vegas. Not what they are known for and it may have even been an airport purchase. But I am ok with all of that. I just want to start the pattern of buying presents. We're off to a good start.