Day 180
Eve
We’ve managed to do so much already in the few weeks we’ve been here.
We got rid of every piece of furniture we didn’t want; we installed generators, and even solar panels on the roof.
It was Adam’s idea, and he did the research on it all on his own.
I couldn’t watch him work up there because I got too anxious, but as soon as he got down, well, let’s just say I got down too.
He protested, at first, saying he was sweaty and filthy.
All I said was, “Good.”
It’s still too cold to plant anything, but we’re taking advantage of the time we have.
We took a trip to a few neighboring towns and returned with endless amounts of loot in the bed of the pickup truck.
A record player and some vinyls, as well as a CD player, too.
Some clothes we’ll be more comfortable in, once we get to do some yard and farm work.
Paint and decor for the house. The pipes seem to be in good shape—there’s no visible water damage—but Adam still grabbed a few extra taps and spare parts, in case we need them. His tool box keeps growing and growing.
I might have lived alone in college, but decorating a dorm room is miles away from taking care of an entire home, and my mind is in its usual overdrive as a result. I wish I could talk to my mom. She would know how to answer all of my questions.
We don’t have the luxury of guidance, though. So we just grab more and more books from the nearest library and teach ourselves.
There are a few more things we’ll need, once we start planting and harvesting, but they can wait.
It’s fun, this part, making the house into a home.
We both sported matching grins as soon as we found an IKEA, and they lasted for the entirety of that day, as we grabbed more and more appliances, kitchen accessories, pillows, and sheets.
He’s pretty content with my design choices, and I think he can tell I’m enjoying it.
We also got some scissors and clippers, since he declared his hair is too long to be comfortable anymore. I told him he could rock a man bun, but the result was more like a ragged spike, so I relented. I sat him in a chair on the grass outside and did my best to make it look decent.
It doesn’t look great, but it’s not bad, either. And I only nicked him once, at the back of his neck, but he didn’t complain even when the blood soaked through one of the brand new kitchen towels.
As I cleaned the cut, I joked that in an alternate reality, it’s how we met; I cut his hair in a salon or something.
Or maybe I ended up taking that internship as an army nurse.
We could have met when I was tending his wounds, like I said that day in the pomegranate garden, when we dreamt of another life.
Funny, those daydreams all seem so dull, at this moment in time. So pale in comparison to what we have now.