For Your Eyes Only [h.s.]

Ch. 31 - The Present

Adelaide Young
January 23, 2022

The move has been surprisingly easy, but I guess everything is a bit easier when you can afford to hire professionals rather than doing everything yourself. I've barely had to lift a finger this whole time. 

"Oy, Adelaide, where do you want these boxes you lazy ass!" I hear Macey shout from the other room.

That's been going well too I guess, Macey and Harry haven't had a chance to meet until now, but perhaps that's because she and I met just after Harry decided to leave me in November. Which also means, Macey isn't Harry's biggest fan and she doesn't give a shit who he is or how many albums he has. It's been tense, but I think she's warming up to him. I think Harry doesn't know what to do with Macey because she might just be the first woman he can't manage to charm into adoring him. He's been like a small puppy wanting it's owners approval all morning chasing her around. It's reassuring for me to see, I have to admit, to see him work hard to get back in with not only me but my friends too. 

Mace also lost a baby and we met in a group that was offered to me through my OB. The group didn't help much, but making a friend in Macey made it all worth it. Macey is the fire to my ice, the crazy to my calm. Within ten minutes of our first conversation it felt like I had known her forever. My friend-soulmate if those exist, so while for the majority of November/December I was alone, it wasn't always so bad. 

Macey would stop by to make sure I had eaten, showered, to let me vent about how I was feeling that day. We cried a lot together, which means she wasn't the strongest support, her needing her own support as well, but it felt good to have someone who understood how I had been feeling. 

We watched plenty of action films so I could be angry when I needed to, and plenty of sad movies when we wanted to be able to cry together. We cooked and baked and did absolutely nothing. She's quickly become the best friend I've ever had, aside from Harry.

"Macey seriously, you do not need to be bringing those in, just help me unpack a bit up here! Let the movers do their jobs and get out of their way!" I shout back from the upstairs guest room. 

Harry and I found and agreed upon a small Victorian home in Notting Hill. It's a bit more centrally located than either of us had expected to want to be, but we couldn't pass up on this place. It's a three story house. 

The top floor serves as an entire master suite with a small nursery or bedroom at one end, depending on what we feel like. The second floor hosts a guest room, library/office, a bathroom, and a space that Harry and I want to convert into a small studio for him to write in. The first floor plays home to a dining room, the kitchen, a living room, tea room, and guest powder room. It's the perfect space for us for now. We've already taken care of moving into the first floor basically; the living room being my a favorite spot in the house. 

The living room is painted a warm shade of yellow that both Harry and I adore and find comforting. We went in a more colorful and eclectic direction with the space, wanting it inviting and warm. Our original apartment was warm and inviting, but there was a level of perfection to it that we wanted to steer away from for now. This place needs to be our space to live and heal together, so we went with all our biggest dream house things as opposed to what is trendy or cool for the times.