It's a gray winter day, I'm sitting by my window watching the city sleep in on a Sunday. In about 84 days I'm finished with this city again for awhile, I have a good idea which flight I'm catching and where it's going and by the time I'm back in the country I'll be living in a new city.

Last night we had a party at our house, I was still hungover from the night before and didn't drink anything, eventually sneaking off to bed when people broke out an acoustic guitar and the dancing ended. The party was remarkably couple-y, with the girlfriend of The Ex showing up still very uncomfortable with my presence. The funny part is, unlike many exes, I'm not really friends with him and thus making a friendly effort with her seems really strange sometimes.

My boyfriend showed up at a house party the night before, him swigging out of a bottle of JD and me swigging from some Bombay Gin. Earlier this week I had admitted to him that I am difficult, which for some reason I felt was a secret, and he said "I know. I figure it comes with the gender." Which normally I would have rolled my neo-feminist eyes at but was said in this way that was ultimately accepting and that made me realize that he's not going to figure out who I really am and leave. My friends approve. I approve. He actually makes my life better in about a hundred different ways without taking away from it at all, which I'm not sure I thought was how this relationship thing would work... crazy.