looking back
Some day in the future I'm going to be looking back at my life now and I'm going to laugh at how ridiculous my life was.
I mean seriously how weird is it that I'm packing up my life every weekend in my duffel bag, and my boyfriend drives an hour to come pick me up. He finally gets here, then we drive another hour back to where he lives. At this point, we park on the street and walk around the block to get to the front door, we haul all my stuff up a narrow staircase, and then finally we get to the smallest room I have ever seen, in a tiny stacked apartment. Yes, theres three floors, however there is not even a bathroom on the ground floor; just a living room and a tiny kitchen. I throw my backpack and duffel bag onto his twin size bed, yes, he is 6'3. Without taking a step, you can touch the closet, his desk, and the bed with one arm. Now, if we want to go anywhere we have to go back around the block to get into his truck. We get back, its time to sleep.
We get back 'home' and its now time for both him and I, both slightly larger than average, to squeeze into his twin sized bed with his twin sized sheets. Of course you toss and turn all night because in no universe is that comfortable at all. Some might say, 'why don't you get a bigger mattress?' Great question! if he even had a full size mattress, the room would be more than 60% furniture, and we would barely be able to see the floor.
The love is so strong that even two adults sleeping in a twin sized bed was never a problem for either of us. The freezing wall that presses into my shoulder throughout the night and the carpeted floor that greets him just beyond the edge bother neither of us enough to rethink having that time together.