Two weeks

Two weeks in the new apartment. Two weeks in the new job. Two weeks of this new life.

It's becoming real. Not the exciting, surreal newness of it anymore, but the solid, grounded reality of building something.

Anneka and I are learning how to live together. The small negotiations. Who takes out the trash. How we like our coffee. What time we sleep.

These mundane things matter more than I expected.

There's a poetry in domesticity that I never understood before.