I began to plan my weekends with finesse.
I scoured the newspapers for events in nearby towns, or weekend seminars. I wanted to leave on Friday and not return until Sunday evening.
Although my first venture was in large part, a failure, as it was ‘go’ to ‘go’, my subsequent journeys were not. They were not an escape from an empty house, they were desired.
After a few weekends away, Bryan announced he wanted to spend the weekend doing a tour of museums in the city. He wanted us to go together as we had similar interests.
My excitement, my joy, my agreement was totally honest and real. That was a brilliant idea, one I should have thought of; not as a way to include Bryan, but as something I wanted to give myself.
We planned the way we’d travel, where’d we go, where we would eat, even a bit of shopping tossed in.