Love at the time of the corona (bis)

When I started dating Friday guy, I anticipated a nice courtship with dates to restaurants and movies, slowly getting to know each other and meeting our friends, romantic getaways and meeting the parents down the line. I had underestimated that corona time meant a fast track train to togetherness!

Restaurants and movies? Closed! We turned immediately very domestic, cooking together and watching tv. He happens to love food and is a great cook – I have gained 5 kg over the last few months… 

Summer holiday was upon us when we started dating and it felt presumptuous to plan vacation for 2, other than a weekend together here or there. In the end, I had to cancel all my train tickets because we were hardly ever appart and he drove me everywhere I wanted to go.

We didn’t meet each other’s family over a meal: since summer plans were up in the air, we met crashed our family summer houses when the whole families were there (his family is great!)

I didn’t want to move into his place, because I didn’t want our living together to be organized according to his house rules. He didn’t want me to move into his place because he considered his one-bedroom apartment to be too small for the two of us. Of course, I totally moved in right after when the Fall lockdown came around. Lockdown was no fun, but being together 24/7 was great!

We still want an extra room, so we started looking at properties for the two of us. Talks of renting turn into talks of buying. I should freak out about such an important commitment. But I just freak out about the price of apartments around here.

So much has changed in my life over the last few months that it is mind blowing. But my heart is at ease.

Love, February