As I sit on bed I look across the room at the large orange suitcase.
It is packed.
From Florida. So more aptly it is still packed.
I’ve noticed that it takes about the length of the trip for me to motivate to unpack. Perhaps this has to do with the volume of luggage, but I don’t think so. Its just one of those time is relative things.
Five day trip, five days to unpack.
Two week trip, two weeks to unpack.
I think you understand the math.
Another rule that seems to hold true is breakup recovery. I’ve found that it takes half the length of the relationship to really get over the breakup.
My first real boyfriend took 4 months to get over. Which didn’t mean I sat home washing my hair, just that I wasn’t ready to settle in with anyone else until those endless four months had eked by.
It took four years for me to start a relationship with Steve after my first husband. But the clock started when I moved out, not once the paperwork was filed.
I’ve done the math for lots of friends and it usually turns out to be true. Although you have to take care to pinpoint the breakup. You can be emotionally gone before you literally go.
It seems to take 1/2 as long to eat a meal as to prep it, and three times as long to clean it up. This is part of why cooking seems inefficient to me. Unless you get real pleasure in the planning, cooking and cleaning the time in is totally not worth the time chewing. I
l’ll get take out. Or marry Steve. Or on really good days, both.
This last one is one I question, and maybe I have written about it before. A friend brought it up on a walk as if it were a well accepted fact. He says it is socially acceptable to date someone half your age plus seven years. I think there is a gender bias on this one. He is perfectly comfortable dating a “woman” in her mid twenties. When I try to switch it around, after fumbling with the math for a bit I ask if he would date a woman in her fifties. He does a good job of masking the flicker in his eye before he manages: I think with the right person that would work.
If I were dating a 27 year old a lot of eyebrows would be raised. Most of all mine. If my mom were dating a 40 year old those family dinners would be so awkward that I might just end up doing the dishes. Or upstairs unpacking my suitcase, from the trip that I took with the 27 year old. In that case I wonder, who would have cooked?
Do you have any time is relative revelations to add? What about your dating age range. Seem right?