The night before last, my girlfriend and I had a sleepover at her house to celebrate our two years of falling in love with this place, this life.
We both arrived on the same day in 2020 and while I had a back-to-the-US seven months chapter, she has been here ever since. So we wanted to celebrate this with a sleepover, hot chocolate, dogs, her cat, and all kinds of wonderful stuff, including pondering questions such as “What was your best moment?” “Your hardest.” And then a Disney movie to fall asleep to.
I believe I got a coconut from a tree around 11 pm and even though I sure was not drinking, it is somehow a faint memory. Sometimes, we can only hold on to so much richness in one scoop, I think.
Anyhoo. Sitting on her big beautiful balcony overlooking the jungle and discussing my building project and her upcoming one it occurred to us that we could take out the measuring tape and see how big her balcony is – then compare that to my plans.
I was shocked.
As she kept rolling out that tape in order to reach the 7 meters which is the length of my bedroom, this was my first time seeing the proportions “for realsies.”
Because my mind mixes feet and meters and really, does not fully compute either one of them, I think I may have overshot my vision and be building something more akin to a casa than a casita.
I was speechless for a bit and then all I could say was: hey, this is going to be big!
How did that happen? I wondered out loud.
That’s when she spoke the words that sent us into peals of laughter: That’s because you drew it on a small piece of paper!
And darn it, I think she’s right.
So not so much of a casita. A surprise. And trusting that someone took over the feet and meters and that it’s just perfecto.