I kept putting it off and I kept telling myself that I could handle the household’s finances on my own. But it has to come soon enough — and that time has come.
Yesterday marked the girlfriend’s first day at work (after months of being a bum; story for another time) and the adjustment was seriously difficult. She works the regular hours of 9-to-6 during the day and I, on the other hand, work at night. So we’re practically living on different time zones.
The only consolation is the fact that we still both live under the same roof so it means that we have a few hours to see each other during the week and the entire weekend to ourselves. But still, it felt like we’re on separate ends of this world.
Well, we got through the thousand-mile gap before (we were in a long-distance relationship for about a year before finally deciding to move in together) so this should be a piece of cake.
It doesn’t mean that it won’t be a pain, though. I miss having someone to kiss and hug before going to bed and drifting off to Neverland.
This is Day 8 of my #30DaysOfWriting Challenge.