Movin’ on out

This is the week of the big move. I’ve lived at over 23 addresses in my life and this last one with Jeremy was by far the longest at over five years. It feels a little weird to be moving after not moving for so long, but at the same time, the motions of packing and schlepping are dreadfully familiar.

I found a house in inner SE Portland… right off the Hawthorne district, for those of you who know. I’ll be living with two fellows my own age, one is a social worker and one is a middle school social studies teacher. Combined with my Sociology degree, that’s just too much soc. under one roof! Heh. They’re cool and it’ll work out, I’m sure.

I am both a little freaked and really excited to be out on my own again. I like that I’ll be riding my bike or the bus to get where I need to go. I like that I have no clue what my life will look like a year from now - yes, I actually like that. I think I’m reacting to some of the sameness of the past few years being with one person. I feel most excited about the prospect of freedom in relationship. I like that if I want, I can stay up until 3am having a conversation and not worry about contacting someone at home, or have a sexual/cuddle fling if I so choose (both of these options are enormously appealing right now in their different ways, and combined…mmmmm).

I will get back to blogging about issues and arts too; I know this has been a lot of personal stuff the past few months. There’s lots to discuss!

One Response to “Movin’ on out”

  1. brad

    hey, Emily… glad to see you blogging again, even if it’s at a difficult time. Sounds like you have your feet under you, but still, it’s never easy. Peace to you, and to Jeremy. Breathe.

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