Some things have changed

I get up now at roughly 5 AM and watch movies or listen to the morning news without fear of waking anyone up.

I don't drink at home unless I have company. Which is unfortunately rare.

There are mushrooms in the house. There is pulp in the orange juice- which is slowly being phased out with grapefruit juice.

When I am shopping I keep wondering if the measuring cup was mine, if it was left here or taken, if I can still make bread or do I need to buy a new one. I get home- look on the shelf, it is still there. I shake for a full two minutes in some sort of helpless thanks- this little kindness that only I perceive.

There have been no romantic fires (yes- in the fireplace- not in the kitchen), yet.

The bathroom faucet is continuously clean. I must be good at not getting toothpaste or soap suds on it. This is horribly anal, but sinks are big, just avoid dripping on the damn faucet already. It's a Moen!

My clothes and furniture are surprisingly cat hair free, already. Which is good and bad. The cat hair gave my clothes a "lived in", homey look.

Ah- and there is no poorly maintained reeking litter box over flowing.

There are only four or five pairs of shoes as opposed to the dozens that crowded the foyer. And that's ALL my shoes, not just the winter or summer ones.

I don't sit at the window wondering why my partner is six hours late for our dinner date without a single phone call. I'm rarely up at 2 in the morning.

I stopped making garlic hash browns to go with my eggs in the morning- it's too much work for just one person.

There's no more smoking in the bedroom so hopefully my clothes will smell better- and my bedding.

Right now there is also no Internet. The Deng family across the street encrypted their Wi-Fi signal and now I am a recovering Facebook addict. One of my buddies is coming over to hack someone's signal this weekend- so hopefully I'll be blogging more frequently.

There's no one to water me or stop me from being too introspective- except occasionally Ron- who talks far too much and is completely uninterested in my internal drama.

But I still miss her- horribly.