I’m cooking a big pot of lentil soup for the second time ever. Last time I cooked lentil soup, I had someone in my house to share it with. But even though there lies before me the daunting task of consuming a very large quantity of red lentils, I’m pretty excited to be cooking and cleaning in my beautiful, pink apartment. And besides that, we should really be feeling sorry for the Boyfriend who is flying in tomorrow night and will be force fed the leftovers of this soup for approxomately the next six days.
This cleaning, cooking, scrubbing, laundering, straightening, moisturizing, exfoliating frenzy is definitely my way of coping with nervous energy. I can hardly believe that I’ll be seeing my lover all the way from Hawaii in a little over a day. Even though I know that not everything is going to be perfect, I can’t help but try. And even though I know that not everything should be perfect, I can’t help wanting to have everything from the real world taken care of so I don’t have to think about it while he’s here.
I can’t wait to enjoy this week. And I’m just a little bit distracted.