The House Can Have a Man, As a Treat

It was about a month ago that I commented on a guy's picture, tagged my roomie, asking "can we keep him?"

He was posting in a temporary housing group and we have a spare room.

It started as a joke but now he will be here for March and April, and we are joking that we're getting a man for the house, as a treat.

He's so sweet though. We are really looking forward to it, and never moreso than this week.

This week, the house has held many men, all assets to us and to one another. One who happens to be in town. One who happens to have lost wifi this week. One who happened to really want to cook us dinner and offer massages. (YES, THANK YOU, SOMETHING LIKE THIS.)

The friend with the wifi issues is the one I want to talk about. He's been working from here every day this week, and the energy of the house is LIT.

We love having a man around, having a fuller house.
Jen's been cooking all of us breakfast.
I've been cooking all of us lunch.
Mikey's been bringing in groceries and wood and doing dishes with a smile.
We're all getting more hugs and squeezes between our work.

All of us are more nourished and productive for the way we are collaborating.

It is easier together.

I say this to say—you were not meant to do this all alone. You were never meant to fend for yourself. You were not meant to love yourself in a vacuum. You were not meant to teach yourself to be independent.

You were meant to learn love from other people. You were meant to have many loving eyes looking in your eyes each day. You were meant to be held and squeezed and fed. You were meant to have meals served to you at least as often as you serve them to yourself.

You were meant to arrive at the woodstove to find it's already been laid with a fresh log.

You are not broken for wanting MORE than this culture has offered you in terms of connection.

The thing to "fix" is the circumstance. It is practical and simple, and we can start here and now.