Last Friday I woke up at Juan's and he tells me, "You feel really warm this morning." But I actually felt normal, so I dismissed it as nothing more than my body temperature feeling warm because I had just woken up.
The day at work went by without a hitch. Though I did notice I started to feel a bit less energized as the day grew on. I didn't think much of it, just thought it was my body getting lazy because it knew the weekend was coming. hehe But then when I got into my car to drive home, I really started to feel it. I felt tired, my body was heating up and I felt small headache-like symptoms. Soon as I got home, I was a goner. I had no energy, I just crashed into my bed and wanted to relax. The worse part...I had to cancel plans with Juan to go out and hang with friends that night. I was the one that invited him out and so I felt bad having to cancel, but I was in no condition to be out. :(
I spent that night just resting, and Juan actually ended up coming over later that night after his attempt to go out on his own kinda went downhill too. The next morning, Saturday, I still felt a bit weak but slowly getting better. We just hung out and relaxed in my room, at one point making a quick trip to the mall. While at the mall I started to feel some chills again, so I knew I'd have to just take it easy the rest of the night. Again, couldn't go out. :( So Juan went back to his place and I just stayed in bed to try and get better. That was the whole deal on Sunday as well, I literally spent the whole damn day in bed. Didn't even shower! For me to spend the whole day in bed and not shower....that's really saying something! I don't like wasting my weekends just in bed. And I can never start my days without a good shower. hehe
This morning I woke up feeling mostly better. Just have a lingering cough still, but hopefully that's the last of it and I'll be back to normal soon. Though I'm glad I seem to be getting better, I do hate that my weekend was pretty much ruined by all this. I work through each week looking foward to the weekends, my time to really relax, enjoy my free time, live my life the way I want with my loved ones...and I was stuck in bed. Under quarantine, as Juan jokinly put it. hehe What sucks too is that I knew Juan wanted to go out that weekend, having gone through his first week of Summer break without doing much, so he was looking forward to spending time with me on the weekend. But I was pretty much useless this time around as a source of fun times. :(
So let's all send me some good get-well vibes so I can get back to 100% for this upcoming holiday weekend!
Monday, June 29, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
The Big Move
Last Wednesday, as I was driving from work, headed to the gym, I received a text message. It began with the words, "I'm prepared to move in with you..." It was from Juan, of course.
We met exactly 7 1/2 years ago. And in that time we've always been close, from the very first day. Sure we had our little bumps in the road, but everyone usually does. We worked through them all and learned a lot from them, which allowed us both to grow as individuals but more importantly as a couple. Now I feel...WE feel...that we've reached an important point. That point where we truly understand each other and accept each other for who we are.
Over these years the closest we got to living together was when we'd go on vacation and spend days in a hotel together, or when our families would be out of town and we'd have either of our houses to ourselves. (Yes, we both still live with our families...we're Latinos...we have a ticket to do so 'til old age if we choose, right? lol) Often during those moments I would think to myself how it'd be nice if it were always like that, to have a place to call our own. Lately, we've been spending even more time sleeping over at either of our houses, even more so than we used to. I would usually only come over on Thursday nights, a sort of tradition, and then we'd spend more time on the weekend together. But then I think it was when Juan's car was in the shop that I started to sleep over a few more days in the week, to give him rides. And it felt so nice, to be able to see him more often. It got to be tough on those nights where I had to sleep alone in my room at home. I missed him. And on mornings like today, Monday, it's even tougher. Knowing I just had a beautiful weekend with him and now have to go to work and will be alone tonight, it kinda sucks. But I know that we can change that. Of course it's not just about not wanting to be alone at night that we're talking about moving in together. It's about us feeling that we're both ready for that next step.
I'd always felt I would definitely want to move in with him. I've known for a while he's the one. I know that for Juan, it took some searching, mostly within him, and through us, to eventually realize I was the only one for him, and now that he's ready to find a place we can call home together. I'm ready too. It's a big step for us, but I know that together we can make it work and be happy. So we've been thinking about it now, places we might want to live in, what kind of apartments, what furniture we'd take and what we'd buy new, what our price ranges would be, who would do what chores, and so on. We're just starting out. We don't have an exact date set yet. There's no huge rush or deadline. Hopefully before year's end if things work out. I feel it's gonna be a bit of a bigger transition for me, since I've known no other home but the one I live in for all my life. It's my family's home. Soooo many memories there. Plus I still need to have that talk with them and tell them my plans. I know they'll probably be a bit sad, but I hope they'll understand. I know I'll probably be a bit sad as well, having to leave, but in the end I know I'm making the right choice.
I love Juan. He loves me. We're both done searching, we know we're meant for each other....and we're finally ready for the big move. I'm excited!
We met exactly 7 1/2 years ago. And in that time we've always been close, from the very first day. Sure we had our little bumps in the road, but everyone usually does. We worked through them all and learned a lot from them, which allowed us both to grow as individuals but more importantly as a couple. Now I feel...WE feel...that we've reached an important point. That point where we truly understand each other and accept each other for who we are.
Over these years the closest we got to living together was when we'd go on vacation and spend days in a hotel together, or when our families would be out of town and we'd have either of our houses to ourselves. (Yes, we both still live with our families...we're Latinos...we have a ticket to do so 'til old age if we choose, right? lol) Often during those moments I would think to myself how it'd be nice if it were always like that, to have a place to call our own. Lately, we've been spending even more time sleeping over at either of our houses, even more so than we used to. I would usually only come over on Thursday nights, a sort of tradition, and then we'd spend more time on the weekend together. But then I think it was when Juan's car was in the shop that I started to sleep over a few more days in the week, to give him rides. And it felt so nice, to be able to see him more often. It got to be tough on those nights where I had to sleep alone in my room at home. I missed him. And on mornings like today, Monday, it's even tougher. Knowing I just had a beautiful weekend with him and now have to go to work and will be alone tonight, it kinda sucks. But I know that we can change that. Of course it's not just about not wanting to be alone at night that we're talking about moving in together. It's about us feeling that we're both ready for that next step.
I'd always felt I would definitely want to move in with him. I've known for a while he's the one. I know that for Juan, it took some searching, mostly within him, and through us, to eventually realize I was the only one for him, and now that he's ready to find a place we can call home together. I'm ready too. It's a big step for us, but I know that together we can make it work and be happy. So we've been thinking about it now, places we might want to live in, what kind of apartments, what furniture we'd take and what we'd buy new, what our price ranges would be, who would do what chores, and so on. We're just starting out. We don't have an exact date set yet. There's no huge rush or deadline. Hopefully before year's end if things work out. I feel it's gonna be a bit of a bigger transition for me, since I've known no other home but the one I live in for all my life. It's my family's home. Soooo many memories there. Plus I still need to have that talk with them and tell them my plans. I know they'll probably be a bit sad, but I hope they'll understand. I know I'll probably be a bit sad as well, having to leave, but in the end I know I'm making the right choice.
I love Juan. He loves me. We're both done searching, we know we're meant for each other....and we're finally ready for the big move. I'm excited!
Monday, June 1, 2009
Love You!
A few weeks back, when I was looking for a new job, I received a call from this one place that I had applied for (not the one I ended up working at now, btw). I wasn't able to pick up, so they left a message. When I was able to call them back, they didn't answer, and so I left a message for them this time. "...I'm returning your call...blah blah blah...interested in the job...blah blah blah..." And as a closer, I was just about to say "Love you!", but fortunately I caught it right in the nick of time and stopped myself from saying it.
Why would I say that!? Well, I'm not really a huge phone guy. Don't really like to talk on the phone much, I'd rather just meet up with people when given the chance. But the person I do talk to daily is my bf. And I usually end my calls or voicemails to him with a heartfelt "Love you!" I guess I was used to ending voicemails to him this way that it almost slipped out when I was leaving the voicemail for that job recruiter. Imagine if I hadn't caught myself in time and DID end up saying that in the voicemail!? I don't know what I would've done if I couldn't erase it. I think I'd be too embarrassed to have called them back. lol What would you have done? :)
Why would I say that!? Well, I'm not really a huge phone guy. Don't really like to talk on the phone much, I'd rather just meet up with people when given the chance. But the person I do talk to daily is my bf. And I usually end my calls or voicemails to him with a heartfelt "Love you!" I guess I was used to ending voicemails to him this way that it almost slipped out when I was leaving the voicemail for that job recruiter. Imagine if I hadn't caught myself in time and DID end up saying that in the voicemail!? I don't know what I would've done if I couldn't erase it. I think I'd be too embarrassed to have called them back. lol What would you have done? :)
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