Relative Something

First off, I can happily report that I did not witness anything in the way of excess crowding or delays in either leg of my air travel over the holiday weekend. Maybe that incongruity contributed to the complexity I felt in my first visit to Cyndie’s new residence.

We had a wonderful time. The weather was unseasonably warm. Cyndie’s brother was a wonderful host in a variety of ways, particularly in enlisting our company to join him in heading out on Thanksgiving morning to visit the historic house owned by his friend, Michael, followed by the spectacle of the reenactment of a fox hunt. The progressive Thanksgiving meal with Barry and Carlos’ friends was a particular delight, regardless how distant it was from my life-long experience of the traditional gathering of relatives around our family table.

The ultimate complexity for me, really was the situation of being in Cyndie’s new apartment, as a visitor, when both of us truly would prefer to be living together. Amid all the festivity and activity of the holiday, I was trying to wrap my mind around the possibility of living there with her.

I am left with a sense of how incredibly comfortable I am in my current living situation in Minnesota.

Only 25 days until she flies home for the holidays. I don’t expect that visit will feel quite so complex to me.