in love with mornings

a slight headache, its so odd to realize changes in your body by comparing it to your 'young' years when there was never any headache after any kind of mixing. something like waiting for the first gray hair. boiling the water for coffee, i am thinking about how it went yesterday. him showing me his gray hair when discussing our age. im telling him about Tunisia, Lebanon, and Sarkozy; he listens, smiles, and asks if i like vietnamese food. we will go, the next time, you need to try! we complain about horrible first economics phd year, even thou its been years since he did it, and im just in it now. he finishes my beer, wants me to cook dinner so i let him pay for drinks, and kisses my cheeks. 

yes, i think it went well. 

i stay in bed, finally, after a week of sleeping almost on the floor, so finally, i have my own place. on the seventh, no elevator, right under the roof, excited about staying home for rainy days, cooking dinners for nights in, making morning coffee, letting the water boil and sun get in through a roof window.