I've been really happy at Grease practice recently. It's my favorite activity in the world and boosts my serotonin immensely. I love all the people and how inclusive they are. I love singing and dancing and popping my head into the shop to tell my mom that I'm leaving. I love walking home in my trench coat and flannel under the full moon, leaves rustling, concrete damp, metal in my ears. I love checking the mail and coming home-but it would be so much better if Mia was there.
I'd love to have a long day of singing and dancing and then coming home to my wife in the doorway. The only thing that would make this better is being able to wind down with a cup of tea and talk about my day, and then curl up in a queen sized bed with my wife, dog, and cats.
Mia has slept over twice on school nights and it feels so natural to wake up with her, get ready together, and walk into the school doors holding pinkies. I wish for that everyday.
I wish she could come home with me everyday after one act and we could do our homework together, make supper and eat it together, then I'd get ready for Grease practice or she'd go to see me at a football game and then we'd do it all again.
I hate being separated when we shouldn't be. Going to Grease practice without her is fine, my classes in general are usually fine, but everything in between makes me sad.
