Best

I don't get to brag often, but I have the best fiance EVER! (Okay, I'm sure other people's fiances have been awesome in their own ways, possibly surpassing M's awesomeness as it would have been interpreted in their own soon-to-be-marriages. But he's still awesome.)

M drove up from Oakland to have dinner with me twice this week. He sat in the mess of northbound traffic for almost an hour, just so we could be together for a couple hours in an austere public place--which made me feel a bit like being a teenager again. It's hard to be cuddly and affectionate at a restaurant without being That Couple... and I wasn't in the mood for negative public attention.

It reminds me a bit of dating (except that work paid for our meals since we're traveling). I had this silly expectation that living together meant we'd get to see each other so often we'd take it for granted. Of course, that was before I took a field job and became never ever home. The transition from my monster project (home every night, but rather depressed and often stressed) back to field work (not home very often, less depressed, still stressed) has been eye-opening but not terribly easy.

Now it's Friday, and when I walk in the door after work (and traffic, and a plane ride, and more traffic, so probably around 930p), I get to hug M without the world watching. And if all I want to do is cuddle on the couch and watch a movie, that's okay (and doesn't require any extra organization).

We may not be one of those couples that gets to come home to each other every night, regardless of what the day wrought, but we have our weekends.