We're similar creatures in that way. We've both travelled the world alone, pursued our careers on our own terms, moved in and out of more houses and carted more boxes than we can count and can construct and deconstruct Ikea furniture in record breaking time (we really should contact Guinness about that). We've never needed other people to do things for us and we're both pretty proud to be independent.
I think once you know what it is to be self-reliant (and every girl should learn this) you have a whole new appreciation for what it is to need someone. While it makes you strong to be able to do everything alone, there's also incredible strength in being vulnerable. In being brave enough to say that while you can do it by yourself, you don't want to.
"Sometimes, it's just really nice to have someone to hold your hand when you're crossing the street in high heels, right?"
Which brings us to this. I miss Bill. I know - having a boyfriend who lives in Vancouver for work is hardly on any list of real world problems (and I also promised not to complain) - but I miss him.
I miss having someone to put the bed together, though I've done it six times myself. I miss having someone to do the groceries because when I do it, there's no surprise freddo frog at the bottom of the bag. I miss having someone to fix holes in the wall (we'll save the bad tenants discussion for another day). Sure, I know how to sand, what plaster to buy and how to paint, but that task is as dull as...well, watching paint dry.
I miss someone turning off the lights at night because I've just watched a scary movie and I'm too scared to do it myself.
And while I'm perfectly capable of walking anywhere in high heels all alone, I don't really want to. Not anymore.
Bill is missing from me. And I'm brave enough to admit that I'm a little lost.
Edit: Yeesh. This post is quite mushy. And very tragic. So I'd like to add that while Bill is away we've been watching a glorious amount of Ryan Gosling. I think I'll add Tom Hardy to the equation this weekend. So, maybe I'm wrong on the whole "vulnerability" thing. Independence definitely has its perks...