Spring Dreaming

Matt nudged me this morning, saying, “Honey…the sun…look!” He neglected to mention that it’s also Friday. Ah, so happy.

We had several “OMG!” moments this week, but it passed, as things do, and tonight we’re going to snuggle close over a relaxing feast at R Bistro. I’m turning Matt into a regular foodie.

….Which leads me to the dilemma he’ll be facing soon when he travels to Dubai and India: what will that boy possibly eat? He’s a wee bit of a steak and pasta kind of guy (no steak in India), so I told him I’ll pack him lots of snacks for the trip. He plans to live on beef jerky (possibly the grossest “food” known to mankind). I shudder.

Not that I want to see him go, but I love the missing part. A little separation is good. I’ll miss the daily email exchanges and his call every afternoon at lunch time to “see how I am,” but honestly, I revel in doses of alone time. He’s downloading Skype to my computer, and loaning me his microphone so that we can talk every day. I wouldn’t tell him this, but that makes me purr inside.

My friends across the country are saying, “Come here for a week!” San Francisco is tempting. Free plane fare to any Hip show (currently on tour – tickets on sale now) is even more tempting but, strangely, I look forward to my role of taking to /picking up from the airport, hearing him on Skype and awaiting his return. It’s romantic, and I’m a sucker for that.

We’re planning our own trip when he returns. We’re considering Ixtapa, as we both like Mexico. I haven’t been to the parts where he has been, and vice versa. We may settle for Florida. Where ever it is, it’s going to be hot, and there’s going to be sand and a whole lotta lovin. After all, Spring is in the air.

His company just acquired a very large distributor in Denmark, and minutes after congratulating him for finally closing the deal, I said, “Let’s move there!” I’m pretty sure I was born to live in Europe – I absolutely love it there. Matt said, smiling, “Hmm…could be a possibility.” Oh please oh please oh please. I can write anywhere!

One of my favorite memories is the day I took a bike ride by myself in the countryside of France. I rode one of those big “Dorothy” bikes from the Wizard of Oz, and I swear a huge baguette on the back would have completed the look. I stopped and took photographs, picked wild flowers, walked in fields of lavender and waved to the locals—I want more days like that.

Matt and I kick around a California move a lot – I was “made” there, and he was raised there, and we both certainly have the laid-back attitude (and blonde locks). But there’s history, culture and sophistication throughout Europe that no city in America contains. Certainly not Las Vegas, and by no means Reno. I’m fairly certain of that.

We’ll figure it out; we’re both seekers, so that’s half the battle. And now I must go write something for a living…