When we both worked in the Central Business District, I seldom met my other half for lunch. A 15-minute walk apart, we could not seem to, over the course of some two years, manage to meet as often as we would like.
Lunches on work days are spontaneous affairs. They are spent mostly with colleagues, after a round of calls or emails confirming participants. Lunches with friends other than current colleagues are fewer and far between. Hence, by the law of probabilities, lunches with the other half is even more so.
When I do take that time to meet the other half, I enjoy the longer-than-usual walk. I enjoy going to a place because it is one that “I have been wanting to bring you!” I enjoy the part where we tell the other, “oh, this is what I usually eat here.” Nothing more than just sharing a part of each other lost to the work day. Nothing more than adding mundanity to the mundane.
I may miss hearing some office gossip, or what has happened to this or that colleague’s child, but that can be caught up with. There is a small magic to breaking from the usual lunch routine, and to being your most natural self during lunch. Such a bonus!
(It is strange how most people do not lunch with their significant others, and how when they do, they pooh-pooh it as if the other half is too bothersome and I imagine thought bubbles that say, “why bother?” and “I see you everyday anyway.”)
Now the other half is working from home. Let’s see how this lunch-with-your-other-half thing works out.