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Jenna's
Diary appears every Friday
March
23
This
isn't how I thought it was going to be.
Whenever
I thought of me and Jeff moving in together I imagined us
hunched over paint samples at the Home Depot trying to trick
the salesperson into tinting cheap paint a Calvin Klein colour
or picking out linens. I want a floral he wants plaid and
we compromise with something from the Ralph Lauren line (which
I wanted in the first place but had to pick flowers first
in order to make the compromise seem less expensive.)
We'd
drink some wine and paint the place. He'd dab my nose with
the paint brush and I'd dab him back until we are covered
with paint and dissolve in each other's arms laughing.
Instead
it kind of feels like his life vomited on mine. You can't
move an inch without bumping in to something and our tempers
have been very short.
Jeff
said the "honeymoon" period is always very tough.
If the honeymoon period is so rough why do people bother?
He
just seemed a lot more attractive when I didn't know he trimmed
his ear hair.
March
24
We
went bed shopping today. I kind of liked my old bed but Jeff
said it was too small. I almost said it never bothered all
the other guys who slept in it but I'm glad I didn't.
I
don't know why I feel so flat. I should be thrilled. Jeff
left his wife for me! You have to really love a person to
change your entire life.
Maybe
it's got something to do with everyone else. I told Irene
what happened and instead of squealing with glee she said
"Jenna, just be careful." I told Jenny and she said
"Watch out for yourself Jenna."
Maybe
they're jealous. After all this is pretty glamourous and rather
sophisticated. Perhaps it is out of their middle class realm.
This kind of thing happens in Hollywood all the time and everyone
thinks it's exciting.
March
25
Whoo
hoo this is exciting!
Jeff said we really should start looking for a bigger place.
At first I wasn't keen but I think that is the answer! We
need a fresh start, somewhere new to both of us. That way
we'll be like any other new couple just starting out.
Yes,
this is what has been missing. Definitely. Absolutely. Without
a doubt. Really.
March
27
Jeff is really domesticated. I'm mean really domesticated.
While not a fanatic, I think I keep the place in reasonable
shape but it is nowhere near Jeff's standards. It is rather
humiliating to hear him mutter "I don't know how any
one can live like this" as he rummages under my sink.
He
took the doorknobs off the kitchen cupboards so that he could
thoroughly clean the doors. He kept holding up the greasy
cloth saying "look Jenna, how many years of cooking grease
do you think is on here?" I wasn't sure if it was rhetorical
or if he really wanted me to guess but thankfully it didn't
matter as he discovered my can of bacon grease.
To
be honest I don't know why I keep a coffee can full of grease.
My mother did it and I guess I was just following her example
but for some reason I felt obliged to defend it. This started
a tiff that ended up with me storming out.
March
28
Wow,
arguments stink but making up rocks!
For the first time this week I feel really relaxed and happy.
I think this is going to work out after all.
We
spent all evening apartment hunting. There is one I absolutely
love but Jeff said it is a little decrepit. It is above a
store and is in a really funky area. The rooms are small but
it has a lot of character and the best part - it has a rooftop
deck! Jeff didn't seem to like it as much. He pointed out
things like leaks and said he didn't like the idea of climbing
out of a window to get to a deck and climbing over a homeless
person to get in the front door.
He is leaning towards the one in the highrise but it seems
like a concrete shelf to me. It is large (larger than we need
really) bright and in a really ritzy area but it just seems
a little blah. (And very expensive.)
As
Jeff says though, the walls don't make it a home the people
do. So in the scheme of things I guess it really doesn't matter.
Perhaps
it's time to leave my funky phase behind. Maybe with my new
glamour I should be thinking of things like concierges and
track lighting.
I
will miss faux finishing though.
March
29th
I
signed a three year lease today on 3002 Forest Heights. Jeff
thought it was better if I signed it rather than him as with
a divorce looming he didn't want to have anything in his name.
It only occurred to me now that that doesn't make any sense
but whatever, it's done.
Our apartment - oh gosh I just got a tingle! Our apartment.
From now on our will refer to me and Jeff. Wow - it
is overlooking the ravine. A few steps away there is this
charming "village", all these beautiful storefronts
from the mid 1800's. There are three Starbucks and two Second
Cups a gorgeous bakery and an amazing patisserie. (Although
I'm not exactly sure what I would buy there, I figure croissants
but you never know the windows have heavy curtains so it might
be an upholstery shop.) It is an upscale neighbourhood and
Jeff seems to fit better there than he does in my apartment.
That's
probably what has been wrong the past week. I'm trying to
shoe-horn Jeff into my bohemian artist lifestyle and that
just doesn't suit him. Me, I'm more flexible. I one of those
people who fit in wherever they go. It's probably because
I am so multifaceted and adaptable. I'm like a citizen of
the world.
I
am so looking forward to the move! I feel like my whole life
is going to change. The only niggle I had was when Jeff started
referring to the guest bedroom as the baby's room. I didn't
know if he meant our future baby or the one he's already got
and I didn't want to ask because I'm not sure I want to know
the answer just yet.
In
any case, Jenna is moving up in the world!
Good
for me! Little Jenna - happy at last!
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