It's been two weeks since Jeffy started moving into his new place, and it's been two weeks since I've been home to my own house.
It started with him being out of town on a job. I stayed to housesit (cause that's what I do - regardless if there's a dog or not), and haven't left since.
I get there in the evenings before he does, which allows me to get some things done, (additional laundry, sweeping, etc), before he shows up. We've been cooking dinners together, doing projects around the house, and enjoying the quiet that comes with having nobody else to answer to. We have a fairly descent routine at night, and in the morning, he kisses me goodbye when leaving for work, and we do it all over again. Kind of a cool gig, if you ask me.
Although it's been a great few weeks, I do live in reality, and know that I can't stay there forever. I will need to return to my own home, where my roomies are probably wondering what happened to me. "Just out living like an adult", I say.
Hope all are well!