The Life of a Married Man
While Randy and I were in Japan last year, I ended up tagging along to a business dinner with him and his colleagues. In fact, that was where I ate a scorpion.
In San Francisco last month, I joined him on business dinners at least 3 or 4 of the nights we were there.
And now, for the second time in Boston this year, I attended a business dinner with Randy and some of his colleagues. I guess it’s official now: I’m a trophy wife.
I suppose, then, that it’s only inevitable that Randy and I are now seriously talking about living together. In fact, the way it looks now (thanks to my flexible month-to-month lease) I will be moving out of my humble city bachelor pad for a DINK* life in (eek) Somerville sometime in early fall (October).
It really does make sense when you think about it. On average, we spend the night at each other’s place at least 5 nights per week. I’ve got clothes, a razor blade, a tooth brush, and shoes at both places. Besides, both of our monthly expenses will go down (a lot) by shacking up and splitting costs.
Oh yeah – and then there’s that whole love thing, too. That also appears to be playing a factor.
Of course we both have slight reservations. His concern, I think, is the possible loss of alone time. He’s become accustomed to living by himself. But, since he works from home, he’ll still get the place to himself every day. Plus, he travels a lot – which provides him with even more alone time (often more alone time than he wants).
As for me, my concern is location. I’ve always liked living in the heart of things. I like my amenities within walking distance. True, I lived in Salem for a while (which at just 16 miles from Boston is a whole different world), but while in Salem, we lived in the heart of the downtown; close to trains, shops, restaurants, and friends.
But considering I’ve spent at least half of my weeks over the past year at Randy’s place, perhaps my “need” to be in the heart of things isn’t as strong as it was as a single man. It’s definitely a preference, but it’s apparently not a requirement. Besides, I’ll still have the access to everything the city has to offer, it’ll just a bit less convenient.
Oh, lord – I’m turning into Lucy Ricardo when she and Ricky moved to Connecticut.
*Dual Income, No Kids
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This is very nice news, and i was particularly caught by the use of the L word. Karl, I’m happy for you and I hope it’s the next step in a long and lovely relationship.
I thought of you today, I was in Osterville. What a nice place. That’s great news that you’re moving, I love your apartment, especially the proximity to all those pastry shoppes. I’d weigh about 500 pounds if I lived there. Let me know if you want to use my truck.
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Thanks WIll and Jeff.
Yeah, things seem to be going well.
And, Jeff! Osterville you say? Were you making a delivery there? There are some amazing homes (my family home was NOT one of them).
Uh oh.. I guess the cat is out of the bag… shacking up… I guess we have been doing it for months already anyway just not officially.
Funny how no one commented on your thoughts of moving to the burbs… far out out of the city. I think most people consider somerville (even where I live by Tufts) pretty much the city.. just Im not close to the T. Not unlike parts of Alston, Southie, Dot, Chelsea and many of the other unmentionables. Sorry its not near the T but its a wonderful house!
And who doesnt know DINKS who reads your blog. SERIOUSLY!