Mark and I had dinner last night. Dinner at our house. And it was odd. I came home from work exhausted. And all I wanted was a nap. I tried for about a second and then got up and decided to make the eggplant lasagna I wanted to make this week (we will be gone this weekend, again) Mark was fine with the idea of me taking a nap, but it was odd feeling like I had someone else to, how do I say it, not *answer* to of course, but someone else there who might wonder what I am doing. I can DO whatever I want…but at that moment taking a nap wasn’t what I wanted for *us* to be doing.

So I went in the kitchen, put on RENT and opened up a bottle of red and sang and drank and cooked and sang away…JUST like I do when I am all alone. And I mean singing at the top of my *I could be on Broadway too* lungs. In my serious singing voice…out there waiting to be judged by, someone!

Mark was in his studio area putting the finishing touches of paint on a few shelves he decided to redo.

And then about an hour later, we sat at our table in the dining room and had dinner. Together. My friends Rachel and Brian always do a little toast when they sit down for dinner, a little tradition I thought was adorable. So we had a toast. 🙂 And really yummy good food.

So Mark admitted that he was freaking out a little. Yesterday when he was home all day by himself he was putting things away and setting things up, you know making a house a home. He has always had a roommate. And about 15 years ago right out of college, he lived with his girlfriend, in one of those huge industrial loft artist places, that actually wasn’t zoned for residential living. And then in Rochester for the last 7 years he has had a studio with a loft apartment. Yeah, things are hanging on the walls (namely superheroes and martial arts figures) and his paintings and Chinese calligraphy. BUT it is not a HOUSE or a HOME. And our new place definitely is.

“We have a dining room with a table in it.”

That freaks both of us out a little. But in a good way.