Inanely Brilliant

Week One: Living Together is Fun!

As of this evening, K has been here for 1 week.  So far, so good.  He's still not entirely over his jet lag, but I challenge anyone to get over a 12-hour time difference in a day.  Sure, he gets really sleepy around 9:30, but that's ok.  It's dark out then, and it means he's up when I'm up in the morning.  The perks of that?  He makes me coffee while I'm in the shower =)

I was off from work all last week (2 holidays, and then 3 days of vacation), so we spent Wednesday through Sunday exploring Yerevan and being kinda lazy.  We popped into a bunch of cafes, climbed the stairs at The Cascade, went to the National Gallery (the History part of it), and even had a few hours of pampering at the Marriott spa.  Saturday we went to the Vernissage to see if we could find something for our mothers for Mothers' Day.  K stopped to look at some bracelets (similar to the friendship bracelets my friends and I used to make in high school) an older woman was selling.  She had a bunch that were in the colors of the Armenian flag, and he decided to get one.  The woman had other ideas though.  She tied the one K picked on his wrist, saying something to the heavens as she knotted the threads together.  She then picked up a smaller version of the same bracelet, and invoking the heavens again, tied it onto my wrist.  We figured she either 'married' us, or called upon God to grant our wishes.  Or cursed us, but I doubt that last one.  K found a few Soviet-era pocket watches he liked, but didn't get one. 

Having him here is totally spoiling me - he makes me coffee while I'm in the shower, and breakfast if I want it.  He also makes me lunch, and dinner most nights.  I haven't been this well-fed since I left my parents' house to go to college!  This morning, he called me at work b/c he couldn't get the washing machine to work (it's finicky, he's not retarded).  I told him I'd take a look at it when I came home for lunch, but about 5 minutes later, he called back saying he'd managed to get it to work.  He cooks and does laundry - what more can I ask for?  Living with him is so much fun.  I like coming home to him.  I like that we can be quiet together and it doesn't feel awkward.  I like that I get to fall asleep on his shoulder, and wake up drooling on his wrist.  And I like that he likes all that stuff too.

posted by MelissaJ @ 5:35 PM