Monday, November 26, 2012


Ch-ch-ch-change turn and face the strange.

Well, I don't know if it's fair to call STG the strange. Though as changes go, moving into our love shack was sure one to grow on. Beyond the obvious address change, different light through the morning window, non-matching cutlery, and disordered spice cupboard there were, and still are, some huge changes that have come with sharing space.

The last time I moved in with someone, I was 20 and completely clueless about who I was, who he was and what it meant to live with someone. I’d never lived on my own, so there was nothing to give up. As it turns out, at twice or so that age, I thought I knew what I was getting into but there are still so many surprises - good and bad, and much less that I’m giving up than what I’m getting from having a warm place to fall, and warm arms to catch me.

And sometimes even marshmallows toasted in the fireplace. Change - sometimes it can be oh so comforting.


  1. Nice! I've yet to find that place where you are, but every day I hope... That picture makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.

    1. Thank you, Yvonne. I trust that you'll know when you find it, and that it will happen for you at exactly the perfect moment. :)


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