Cayucos

Cayucos

12 de marzo del 2017, domingo

Living together was everything we had imagined and more. We were having so much fun hanging out with the cousins, keeping up with our social lives, and learning how to cook.

We had gotten tired of eating out all of the time and to save money- we decided to start cooking at home. Eating meals not prepared in a microwave! What is that?! I mastered the veggies (oh, delicious veggies) while Fitz mastered the BBQ (endless possibilities). There was a lot of trial and error and when the errors happened we politely told each other that next time would be better because we would add or take away ingredients.

As the months went on, most of our activities started to drain us. I was working during the day and taking night classes at the community college. Doing homework well into 3am became the norm. Fitz took on more responsibilities at Fonzie V’s as his boss started to actually see Fitz’ amazing work ethic. Running off to the Boardwalk as we had done in previous years had become impossible. We were well overdue for a vacation.

It was August, it was warm, and we were both able to take time off. I called my mom to ask her if she would be willing to cat sit Marley. Of course! We packed my Nissan with a beach umbrella, beach chairs, beach towels, swimsuits and a cooler full of beer, vodka, chasers and snacks. This was the first (and last) vacation for us. We headed south to Cayucos, a small beach town near Morro Bay, at 10am and made it to our Airbnb by late afternoon. We had a view (and access) of the beach across the street, a hot tub on the balcony, fine dinning downstairs, and freshly baked cookies next door. Conditions were perfect.
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The First Night

The First Night

5 de marzo del 2017, domingo

I moved out of the 8th street house on a warm, sunny Saturday afternoon. I packed my Nissan Versa to the max with clothes, shoes, and small furniture. Everything else was donated or left behind in the mystery hall closet. The room at the blue house was huge! And cleaning a boy’s room was…well; Fitz had me wait in the living room until he had it swept, mopped, and clear of his collection of empty beer cans. Rearranging and combining our mismatch furniture was a fun jigsaw puzzle. “Where should my dresser go? Do we need my nightstand? We would have more space if we got rid of this broken entertainment center.” The only issue was…the small closet. “How are we going to fit all of our clothes in here? What about our shoes?!” Some major sacrifices were made and I got rid of everything but the basics. I’d have to get really creative with outfits from now on but I had my fella now and he made me burst with joy. That was all that mattered. We were exhausted and sore from the move so we grabbed some beers had some shots and got ready for bed. We watched reruns of Robot Chicken and I passed out in his sweaty embrace, waking up periodically to his snores in my ear. It was beautiful.
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The Blue House

The Blue House

5 de febrero del 2017, domingo 

We were tired of paying double rent and as Fitz was always at the 8th street house, it only made sense to move in with one another but where? Neither of us had enough for a deposit for our own apartment and the long leases seemed really intimidating. My room was too small for the both of us let alone all of our stuff (you know, all that stuff you wonder why you have when you are packing it). Fitz boldly offered his place as an option. He said he would talk to his Tia and the cousins but was certain they would be fine with it.

I was nervous! I had only been over a few times but knew that he lived with three male cousins and his 3-year-old niece. I had met the cousins a handful of times and was worried they would think some bossy chick was going to move in and take over.

The only time I had spent time alone at the blue house was to watch the Royal Wedding. I felt like I had to sneak in and stay as quiet as possible so the cousins wouldn’t know I was there.

Fitz came home around 3:00am and grabbed us a couple of beers from the refrigerator. He walked into the room with a big ecstatic smile and we drank and snuggled in bed until we both passed out.

I knew then that there was no need to be nervous. The blue house was going to be the right move. It would be our new home while we saved money to attain our dreams.
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Promise

Promise

22 de agosto del 2016, lunes

It was now January and Fitz and I were well into our first year of our relationship-nothing could come between us. We were spending every moment we had together. Going to games, hanging out with friends and family. Our relationship was on the road to forever. One day Fitz told me he wanted to get me something special. I had no idea what he was talking about, “What do you mean something special? I don’t need anything- I already have you.” He said he wanted to get me a Promise Ring-the first step to forever. We jumped in my car and drove to the jewelry store. We walked around and everything seemed too expensive and out of our means. Fitz called me over to the case and pointed to a ring and said “That one.” It was small and delicate with a hidden sapphire stone inside the band. It was perfect. We got it sized and he placed the order. Fitz got a call after about a week telling him the ring was ready. We raced over to the store with giddy excitement. They gave him the ring and we walked back to the car. The parking lot was dark but we sat in the seats and Fitz pulled out the ring. With tears in his eyes he promised to love me and take care of me. That this was the beginning but that when I was ready-we would move on to more serious things. He told me his heart was mine. With tears in my eyes I managed to say, “my heart is all yours. I am all yours.”

I Love You

I Love You

19 de agosto del 2016, viernes

I blushed every time I looked into Fitz’ eyes. Glimpsing into his soul, I saw myself the way he saw me and at it was completely different- I was held in high esteem, I was admired, I was loved and suddenly, my own reflection was different to me. I was special to him. All the girly magazines and any girl can tell you that the girl is NEVER to say “I Love You” first. Well, being the rebel that I am and never caring what others say or think- I broke those rules. We were in his room one afternoon doing well, what couples do. The sunlight was right, the timing was perfect and I bashfully looked up, he knew what I was going to say. He blushed and smiled but I somehow knew it was ok, I was safe, I would not be rejected but embraced so I said it. I said, “Fitz, I love you.” I tucked my head into his shoulder trying to hide but he pulled me out and said, “I love you.” I told him I had wanted to say it for a long time but was afraid he didn’t feel the same. Fitz told me he had wanted to say it the first time we were together but he held off not wanting to scare me off or make me think he was moving too fast. The world fell into place and I knew he was where I was meant to be. Nothing else mattered because my heart was filled with absolute pure joy.

March First

March First

22 de junio del 2016, miércoles

Fitz and I had been spending every free second we had with each other. We never spent a night apart. Our phones were constantly full of “I miss you” and “Cant wait to see you” texts. When hanging out in large groups, we would give each other secret looks and would separately sneak away into the men’s or women’s bathrooms. We had a routine down and there isn’t a bathroom downtown I could think of that we did not escape into. When we rejoined the group, we would get suspicious looks and little smirks, as our dopey smiles were a dead give away of what we had just been up to. We were that couple who made out everywhere at any given time. We were disgusting with the public display of affection and it was exhilarating.

Introducing each other had become awkward, “this is my…this is…my…friend?” The response was always the same, “You guys are soo cute!”

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Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday

15 de junio del 2016, miércoles

February. By this time Fitz was used to being over at the house next to the Thai restaurant. He had made friends with all 7 other roommates and no longer needed me to come downstairs to let him in the house. He even had his own bike parking spot next to my bike in the backyard. We were unofficially living together.

Melinda and I came up with birthday week as her day fell on the 17th and mine on the 18th. We started the celebrations on the eve of the 16th to stretch it out. The party didn’t end until well after my birthday.

I was at my dresser/bar top finishing up my make-up when Fitz snuck in the room. “Hey, I’m almost ready. Do you want to take a shot?” I noticed he was nervous. “Sure.” He said he had gotten me a present and I should open it. I told him I’d open it later-we were running late and should get going soon. Melinda came in the room  and told me I should open the present-I would love it. Melinda poured our Jamo shots-I had successfully converted Fitz over to Jamo from Jack. I told him he didn’t have to get me anything. I opened up the plastic bag he brought over and pulled out a hockey jersey. It had number 16’s name on the back-my favorite player-he remembered. I was shocked and told him it was too much. I didn’t deserve this. I didn’t deserve him. I tried on the jersey and it fit perfectly! I gave him a hug and kissed him. I was happy.
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