Honey, I'm home!

It hasn't been that long since I've lived with someone other than family, and I anticipated a certain amount of adjustment. I've always been one to enjoy my privacy and space. Maybe it's because I'm living with a person for the first time since Bowling Green and there is a certain amount of dependency on my part this time around, but this feels so... domestic. Imagine my pleasant surprise to find it comforting. For those of you behind, I moved to San Jose, CA, less than a week ago and I'm staying with a good friend from college. It's amusing how easy Jeff and I turn into the Cleavers when it comes to him leaving for/coming back from work.

"I'm leaving now."
"OK. What time do you think you'll be done?"
"About 1 a.m.?"
"Alright. See you later."
(Later) "Hi. I'm back."
"Hi. How was it?"

Occasionally we'll throw in a "dear" or "honey" for good measure, but all joking aside, the situation seems to be working out well enough. I anticipated that it would take some time for me to find a balance - I wanted to intrude on him as little as possible but not feel like a tourist. I spent nearly two years building new friendships in South Carolina where I had no previous attachments. I wouldn't give that experience and those friendships up for anything, but something can be said for knowing at least one person where you decide to start again. We know where we stand with each other. He'll cook and I'll clean. He sleeps in and I'll catch up on my correspondence. We can play tennis, go hiking, dancing or to the beach because the best thing about a roommate is the built-in playmate.