I crossed a big line today. I’ve tipped the point.
Yesterday marked the anniversary of my moving from the east to the west coast. It was the anniversary of equality. I had lived for exactly the amount of time on the west coast as I had on the east coast the day I left. I have lived with The Better Half for each and every day on this here west coast.
As of today I have now lived away from my hometown longer than I lived there. Thus I have also lived with The Better Half longer than any common thread of any possible past current earthly existence.
I love you Better Half. Thank you for caring enough to show me the way to my real home.
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awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! (sniff)
And I realized the other day I am rapidly reaching the point that I will have been gone from SF longer than the total number of years I lived there. Also, my first lover has now been dead longer than he’d been alive when we first met.
Getting old sucks.
Happy moving anniversary!
A very sweet and heartfelt testament to your honest feelings, F.B. Moving indeed.
Lovely. Happy Tipping Point!
Congrats! Now, onwards and upwards!
Indeed a loving tribute.
Happy anniversary to you both!