on domestication
i have now been living with my boyfriend for almost 2 months, officially(unofficial stats lay closer to the 3-month range). the following is what happens when a city girl moves to her hometown (on a Caribbean island that shall remain nameless), shacks up with a local, while simultaneously attempting to grieve her recently-deceased mother, get her career in order, and get used to living on the sand.1. i got here, i moved in for the kill, i moved in. lovely man, check.
2. my mom dies, have collosal support from friends, survive mother's day. tries at well-deserved peace and quiet, check.
3. meet bf's ex, the one with the boob job, freak out, re-live psycho past. old boyfriends taught me nothing, check.
4. try to make living arrangements work, discuss marriage, adjust to the "us." grown up relationship, check.
5. cook nightly dinners, spend weekdays watching judge judy and bingeing on chocolate. lonely housewife syndrome, check.
6. take up painting, suck, take up ceramics, suck, take shitty premed classes, pass. "how i did i become the anti-me?" existential crisis, check.
7. try to get serious about school, pretend i'm a professional again, try to forget New York ever happened. complete and utter denial, check.
posted by Cristina @ 6:57 PM
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