I’m moving.

It’s happening.  I will no longer be 5 seconds from my lover.  We will be a car ride apart, clothes will be almost always necessary, a call-ahead check in order.  The Neighbor will always be TN, but our special His and Her apartments will be a thing of the past in a matter of hours.

Since I’m up to my ears in boxes and dream about organizing my shelves I haven’t given this change much space, but The Neighbor has.  When the boxes first showed up in my apartment he was visibly distraught.  When they began to fill up and things disappear from sight he would whimper and come for a hug.  He was vocal about how much he hated it and wanted it to stop, but it is financially impossible for me to stay here.  Literally, impossible.  So, I’m going and he has to let the universe push us down this path.

It’s hard to imagine that three years ago my heart was in such tatters.  I was 4 months out of my marital home and completely out of my mind to fix it with dicks galore.  Two years ago, the heart was on the mend, but it had attached itself to this fidgety, weird young man next door who, despite our ridiculous chemistry, refused to admit we were more than just friends.  Hell, I couldn’t admit it, either, honestly.  And a year ago, we had decided to be monogamous and my guilt rose about my secrets even as my heart admitted it really was love between us.  Two goddamned idiots with more than enough fear of our feelings to go around.  And now, here we are, in love, committed, fucking happy.

It’s a goddamned miracle.

He’s worried that the move will cause us to break up.  I sincerely can’t imagine how, but that’s just him: he doesn’t like change and he doesn’t want to lose me.  And he’s vowed to cuddle with me every single night as usual.  I can live with that.

But really, I have no doubts that we will survive this for multiple reasons.  The least of which being I’m only moving 2 minutes away.

Two minutes away, people!

I am one lucky lady. So so lucky.

/smiley faces all over the goddamned place

Also, I’ve moved to self-hosted!  Yay!  So, you may notice some things are a little different around my page and the mobile page may not be at all like what you’re used to.  Please be patient with me as I work to get it back to the way I’d like and if anyone you know wonders where I’ve gone, just tell them where they can find me!




A 40-something single mother who writes honestly about sex, body image, D/s, relationships, her nervous tics, and how much she loves to fucking fuck. She also likes to show you her tits.

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19 thoughts on “I’m moving.
  1. Hey, well done on the moves! 2 minutes away, that’s almost feasible by foot, isn’t it? So glad you found a place that close to his.
    As for the virtual one… I hardly noticed a thing ;_)
    I hope both go as smoothly as possible. I’ve done so many moves now that I cannot count them on my two hands. So it’s with some experience that I can say: it always works out in the end. Don’t worry too much. What is meant to be will be.

    Good luck XO

        1. Yeah, this is my 15th in this city, not including the 4 of my childhood. I wonder what that says about our generation?? Haha more like it speaks to rising rent prices :)

          1. Well, for me, they were mostly intercity moves, if not intercontinental :-/
            Not much to do with rent prices or anything, more with where my studies/work/husband’s work took me/us…

  2. Congrats!! On both your moves, may it bring you some positive changes. Things will just get better and better…

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