I recently signed up to do some volunteer work at the library, as a means of beefing up my grad school applications as well as exposing myself to the environment and people of the place.  Yesterday afternoon I assembled an outfit nearing business casual so as to wear to meet the volunteer coordinator.  I haven’t had to don office clothes in quite a long while.  This attire is not missed by me.

The weather was sort of perfect for uncomfortable dress, though, since it wasn’t hot and it was quite breezy.  I rode the el downtown and met up with the guy, who was as unapologetically homosexual as I expected him to be.  Despite remarking that he has little time to spend on matters volunteering, he spent an hour and a half with me that culminated in him showing me his personal quilting/travel blog.

Once my thorough background check is complete, I can begin work.  I have high hopes that I’ll end up getting a lot out of this.

The boyfriend left for parts desert once more today.  I kind of hate seeing him go, though I also appreciate the opportunity to have a couple days to myself.  Our daily routines have become closely intertwined, which is both comfortable and uncomfortable.  In reading about the scandalous affairs of the South Carolina governor, I was struck by a comment his wife made.

“I believe enduring love is primarily a commitment and an act of will, and for a marriage to be successful, that commitment must be reciprocal.”

I’m not married and I cannot relate to this woman on any other level, but there’s something to the idea of love requiring mental fortitude that strikes me as practical and true.