Lydia’s boyfriend, who is a year older than she is, just got his own place last week. Though she’s not officially moving in with him, Lydia is obviously spending a lot of time there and has been putting her “womanly touch” on things. This evening I drove her out there, where she unlocked the door with her own key, then gave me a thorough tour, showing me their various furniture and housewares and telling me about their plans for the decor. After a half-hour or so, I bid her farewell and drove back home by myself. It was the weirdest feeling ever.