May 19 2010
Things that did not happen while I was gone
- WordPress updated its platform
- Spammers left me alone, not forcing me to delete 250 messages before I could post this
- I waited more than a month to see my future wife turn a furniture-deprived house into a home for almost a week (which in our range of possibilities equals three months of life in common)
- The world stopped because I left…yes, I left 10 years of me in Buenos Aires
- Argentina’s gay marriage approval.
None of these things happened while I stopped writing. The earth continued to revolve around the sun and everything leads me to expect a 365-day calendar filled with achievements and further questions on December 31st. Nothing changed and everything did. I am no longer on Argentine soil, and a part of me begins to feel the severance, that even cut that I decided was the necessary step toward the new phase of my journey.
I now live in a garage apartment that in the next few months seems more inclined to harbor the scorching Houston summer in the day, so I can enjoy its stuffy walls at night despite the air conditioning… I have got a couch, which she helped me assemble after my first foray into the iconic IKEA chain. I have a rack to hang my clothes upon, but it fails to do the job so a walk-in closet is now in the making…with a challenge – shapes in a garage apartment would defy the most versatile designer. I still don’t have a desk, but the couch and a small laptop table do the job of letting me churn out basic work. I still sleep on an airbed, but even that becomes a regal bed when she is around.
Last Wednesday she was arriving. The morning found me working from home before I drove my car to pick her up at the airport. There was the regular attente at Terminal C, the minutes that became hours as the escalators gave me small misleading clues of a potential arm resting on the side, the rim of a patterned skirt that could be hiding her beautiful legs, the shoes that would reveal Gothic-painted toenails. It would be a while before she actually found me…but she eventually did. As I stabilized my senses before the myriad of sensations she triggered, I looked into her eyes as she came close, unsure of where the kiss would fall. It is always on the lips, but I like to mislead her and she likes to pretend she does not expect it. And after that moment in which my thirst finds its relief, I am whole again, unique in my connection with her blue eyes. Her touch will guide me out the automated doors, and I’ll think I know where I’ve parked my car…but I won’t. Yes, I know, at some point I’ll find it…because that is part of the magic, and just like us, it is meant to be.
