The house is sold, James has moved into my tiny apartment. We’ve sold or given away everything except the bare bones, and now we’re in a holding period, waiting to hear about Canada. There’s a job in Toronto for James - they’ve indicated they want him, and asked if he could hypothetically start in 6 weeks. Now they’re “putting together a case to hire”, and we’re waiting to see what happens. A few mornings lately I wake up at 5am and that old panic bird is there, a kind of big lurch. We’re living in a strange state of readiness for whatever comes next. With or without the job we’ll move, but the job would make it easier. I’ve never lived with anyone before - we’ve been navigating the peculiar challenges of living together in a one room studio and being in an open relationship. The very tactical challenges - how do we give each other enough space to honour and maintain the commitments we have with other people, how do we make sure the privacy of those relationships are respected. How do we stay attentive, how do we best respond to the uniquely awkward problems that arise, and how do we do this while making sure everyone is okay.

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3. ferocityinafivefootpackage said: Huge steps, but I know you’re ready. You and James can do anything.
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