Cha-cha-CHANGES!

I'm moving into my new place on Friday or Saturday. It's got an open kitchen and garden tub. I'll finally have my own space here in Las Vegas. I start my new job on Monday and part of the training includes going to yoga classes together. Finally, things won't be organized in boxes on the floor but scattered around until I get furniture and places to put things.

He's staying here for a little while so we can try and work things out. After you break things down all there is left to do is build it back up. And that's what we are doing. We ate at the Sizziler for his birthday. I got the fillet mignon and he got steak and endless shrimp. We drank beer and talked about how much we missed each other. How things had been different since I flew out to Vegas. How much pressure we had both been under to see if things were going to work. Now, without pressure, we were back to having fun with each other. That energy was back but out here, on a playground across from the apartment complex we've been living in for the past two months. It was on the yellow tube slide and the sprinklers we ran around in.

The problem with telling people about your struggles is they get protective, and don't always understand the choices you make. The difference now is I know I can pick myself up after a fall this time. I made the choice to stay in Vegas thinking he was going back to North Carolina. I can make those hard decisions now. And with everything settling down, I won't feel like I'm relying on my friends so much for support. I've felt like I haven't been a good friend these past couple of months, and I can finally start to really be there for the people who have helped me recently.

I'm glad he's staying. We can explore this crazy city together.