Home again

Dreams do come true sometimes. It's Christmas, I made it, I made it to her place. It's becoming my home, too, at least temporarily till I get a proper one. Preferably together with her.

I don't know how many times we made love, I lost count during those unbelievable past months; not that I don't care, I'm just trying to look furter into what's next.

For now, it's the family thing. I spend times with her folks and relatives and I take her to see mine. They know her even from our high school days, however I'm still kind of nervous bringing her over to see them. I'm paralyzed, to be fair. It goes smoothly and I'm relieved.

Few days later I'm taking her to see my squat and spend the New Year's Eve with me there. She's fine with it and she's fine with places I take her around the city. And she's fine with me. And I feel so normal all of a sudden. Just being with her.

Menu

Sometimes, even though less and less, I feel the urge to reset. To get wasted; a sort of like in the old days, just a tiny bit more sophisticated. Maybe the way the others would not notice. Or if they would, they could not be certain.

A top floor lounge, the spot to be. Great views of the city, a decent lighting and deep-deep sofas. An open bar with an unlimited stream of drinks coming my way.

— What're you having?
— Champagne. And I'll run the cocktails menu then.

Laugh. There's only about eight cocktails on the list and I'm running the second round soon. I'm being nice. I can walk. I'm still articulate.

Leaving after hours, smashed yet civilized. Perhaps I'm growing up.