On Making Adjustments

Having Brian home since his graduation has been nothing short of amazing. Would you believe that in the over two years we've known each other, we've never spent more than two weeks (and a couple of days) consecutively together? Honestly, after coping with so much time apart, being together is kind of easy. There's always been a kind of effortless and comfortable way about 'us,' and I feel lucky to have so much of that time lately. I still remember what it's like to be apart, and I still remember that it sucks.

While I expected to have to deal with some growing pains associated with finally not being a long-distance couple for the first time in our relationship, with a little bit of effort, negotiating time spent together and time for our own separate lives has actually been relatively easy. I also expected to start to take our time together for granted, and I would be lying if I said that I haven't. But in the back of my head, there is that reminder that this is temporary, and that there will be other goodbyes.

However, there is one large problem I've discovered since Brian has been home; we definitely tolerate temperatures differently. The weather here has been perfect (to me); sunny and 75-85 degrees. Which means wearing lots of fun summer shorts, skirts, and sundresses and driving with the windows and sunroof open, listening to country music. But for some reason, Brian is trying to freeze me! Anytime we are in his room or in the car, he has the AC cranking full-blast; eventually, it feels like we are somewhere in the Arctic. On the way to the beach this past weekend, I had to steal a pair of his socks because my feet were so cold.

Now, I know that I get cold more easily than the average person and Brian is really sensitive to being hot. When he's too hot, he might even get a teeeeeny bit grouchy. But certainly our life together (which will eventually take us to Georgia, which, if you didn't realize, is definitely in the south) isn't going to involve me carrying around sweaters, sweatshirts, and thick, woolly socks in the heat of the summer...

Is it?!