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The boyfriend went out last night. He is cunning, so that when he wants to go out, he is always out the door before I get home from work.
That way, I can't stop him. He sends an SMS telling me he's going out. He also makes sure he cooks a meal for me before he leaves. Last night, he left for me chicken pasta, wrapped inside a crepe envelope.
Only a curmudgeon would object. I sent Maiyuu a thank you message as I usually do, and wished him a happy night out.
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The money for the pushbike and sofa which Maiyuu wants - okay, which we both want - is likely to arrive tomorrow. After rising from his slumber, Maiyuu's first words the other day were:
'When will I be able to buy a bike?'
No 'Good morning', or 'How did you sleep?' Such polite fussiness belongs in the West.
Lately, Maiyuu has looked bored and unhappy. Now that we have settled in to our new condo, there's nothing to do.
Maybe people are only happy as long as they are striving for something. When it finally arrives (a nice place to live, in this case), the novelty quickly fades. We start looking for something else to worry about.
We want to buy a bike, so he can scoot off to the supermarket to buy groceries when he needs them. Martha Stewart's cooking show gives him ideas for cooking, which he usually likes to act on straight away, while the inspiration is still with him.
We want a sofa so we have somewhere to sit while watching TV. At the moment, we lie on awful fold-out soft mattresses, which in the old place served as Maiyuu's bed.
We sleep together on those mattresses occasionally, as the afternoon ebbs into evening, and we feel in need of rest.
Once we have those things, Maiyuu assures me, the condo will be finished.
We won't have to spend anything more on doing it up, or equipping it for our needs.
Yet I do not kid myself that a smart pushbike will make Maiyuu happier.
It will give us perhaps a week's worth of excitement - the novelty of riding on a bike, which I have not done for years, and Maiyuu, perhaps not at all.
After that, we will go back to feeling the way we do now - bored, flat, as if life is just drifting along. No challenges, no excitement. It's almost as if we need something to go wrong to recover some passion in our lives.







