Wondering why I’m listening to Cotton Eyed-joe in a cafe in Galway…it’s a pretty strange experience! I remember dancing to this song when I was young, people being raucous and rowdy and lots of movement all round. Here, there’s none o’ that. Lots of chatter in Irish voices except the one beside me who’s also on his phone, reading news or about his favorite sports teams. This is not a new experience for me. Except that everyone has a different accent to mine. D is never talkative off the clock unless we’re at the bar with other people. And I’m always wishing he were. But it’s ok here, his silent way is helpful for my observing nature.
I see so many people who look just like they could be at home in San Francisco too. But they’re here, at home or visiting, in Galway, Ireland.
There’s a lady with a big, fluffy black coat, beanie and sunglasses across the room from us, sipping her drink, some espresso no doubt; I can’t tell if she’s old or young she’s so covered by her trappings.
There are students on their laptops, studying or playing around. And ladies yapping over their coffees. And I’m just an American in Galway…haven’t seen anything but this cafe and the train station. The few pubs surrounding it are of course, as you’d expect, plentiful. But they serve food, people don’t drink like you’d think here in Ireland. I think it’s only the young people who party much and usually in foreign places like America, when they’re visiting on J1 visas.
We’ve come to see the town and yet we’re sitting in this quaint cafe, listening to the full version of The Prince Of Bell Air…
Relationships are notoriously difficult, especially the living together with someone for the first time kind. When you’re both kinda lazy and messy, it’s even more difficult to keep your home clean. It’s hard to see your apartment and not want to have guests over. Especially if it’s because of a butt to seating ratio. It makes you a little crazy thinking there’s nothing you can do to fix the problem because nagging your cohabitant will just end up with major push-back and probably more messes.
BUT, the tip I have for anyone worried about this type of situation is: choose your battles wisely, my dear. Do you love this person more than you hate the mess? Even clean-freak Monica Gellar from Friends was able to make it work. Of course, her favorite thing in life was cleaning, while her worst nightmare was someone messing up the work she’d just done. If you can just suck it up and clean up after your person, do so; if not, have a conversation about it.
Hiring a cleaning service is probably a favorable choice for us. I’m getting to the point where it might just be the ticket. It’s so expensive to live in San Francisco that I see no reason why I shouldn’t enjoy being in my apartment and if you don’t think an extra $100 a month isn’t worth that, you’re sadly mistaken. I’m not a very busy person, but I think that having someone else do a thorough cleaning once or twice a month might be beneficial for people like us. Just so that we get used to living in a clean spot. Then it’s all about maintenance, right?
A few other things that may be beneficial for us are some extra storage in certain places. A coat rack in the hallway and maybe a storage bench to throw my blankets in, since draping them on the couch seems to invite us to throw our clothes on the couch at the end of the day.
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