Home Is Wherever I’m With You

Yesterday was one of those days.

It started off okay, but went downhill from there.

I mean, I woke up in a pretty good mood, besides tossing and turning in bed all night – so I guess I was a tad tired.

And then all the little things just seemed to add up. One after the other. By the end of it, only one word described my mood: Shitty.

While I headed to my train, I texted my boyfriend with this: “Want to grab a beer? LITM, Lucky 7 or Barcade? Like right now? I will buy.”

That is all I wanted right then and there, other than to crawl in my bed and wait for the next day to appear.

So when I hurried to our favorite neighborhood watering hole, low and behold, there he was standing there listening to his IPhone. For the first time all day, I smiled. I didn’t know a tall guy in a plaid shirt could cause that reaction (well, maybe a special one).

When we ordered our happy hour drink specials (he wouldn’t let me pay), he just said, “So what’s up? Did you have a bad day?” He then listened to my list of everything bad, my worries, concerns. Only asking questions or offering words of comfort. Wow…I really like you, I kept thinking.

I had planned on cooking a big pasta dinner with tons of fresh veggies, and had my work cut out for me. “Let’s just order some food here,” he said. So we did, and continued to talk for a couple of hours. By the time we left, I was pretty unsure what had gone wrong that day and just realized how much I truly loved this guy walking by my side. He had put aside grading papers, watching his beloved NBA games to listen to my problems. It wasn’t forced upon him to listen to me whine and complain. He just did it.

Today is definitely better. I couldn’t help but think I found something really, really good. And I could not stop listening to this hit by the Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros. I had grown tired of it long ago, but now I listen to it and smile. It’s definitely my soundtrack today.