Justin is off training in Boise, and I'm on my own here in Monterey for three weeks. Well, one week down, two weeks to go. I hate it when he's gone. I realized the first night that he was gone that I immediately revert back to old habits and I stay up way too late.
I also discovered that I don't close cupboard doors. I realized this the second day he was gone when I went into the kitchen to look for something to eat, got distracted and left the kitchen and wandered back in a while later to find every single cupboard in the kitchen standing open. When I mentioned this to him over the phone later that night he seemed surprised that I had never noticed him following along behind me closing cupboard doors.
The hidden benefit to him being gone is that I find myself really stepping up the studies. There's no one here to talk to when I get home and the Olympics don't start until 8, so there's not much for me to do besides settle into my Russian homework, and once I get started I usually don't stop until it's starts to feel counterproductive. It's kind of ridiculous the hours I've been putting into it this last week.
He's also not here to supervise my runs, so today when I went running I only ran a mile, and I ran it on flat ground, as opposed to his 2.5 mile torture session through our hilly neighborhood. It was actually a relatively pleasant run.
I have also discovered that without him here to do the dishes as fast as I can dirty them, that I seem to have developed what must be a very annoying habit of creating an unreasonable number of dirty dishes at every meal. He's probably going to be grateful that I've reached this realization.
I've also realized that I hate Monterey even more when there's no one here to hate it with me.
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