Stuff

In the end it came down to stuff. His and mine. His stuff at my house and my stuff at his house and how we would get it back.
5 months of lives coming together are symbolized by toothbrushes and pajamas and books and food and the occasional dress shirt or pair of socks. Yesterday he forgot his shoes.
It took 157 days to come together. It took 20 minutes for me to put it all in 2 paper bags that now sit by the front door waiting to be returned.
It can’t be this easy. There’s too much that’s being avoided – too much focus put on extra contact cases and ½ empty bags of trail mix and toothbrushes that aren’t needed at our own apartments anyway.