Ours

I’ve moved for a job...to have that chance to stick a toe in the door. 
I’ve moved for hope...to try and prevent complete deterioration.
I’ve moved for peace...to recover and restore myself.  

But, this move was ours. 

---

This move was a tough decision that we made together after many long walks and talks on the W&OD behind the apartment where I said “I love you” for the first time, where you proposed, where we had our first dance on the living room floor...where you and me became us. 

This move was an emotional decision on my part because even the thought of having to say goodbye to all of you - from my first years in the area, from the second floor of the office, from jobs past, from school - elicited the waterworks. Because out of all of the states I’ve lived in, I lived with all of you the longest...and I could not quite imagine driving away knowing I wouldn't see you all for a long time. 

I think of you all often and I keep our near-decade of memories together close to my heart. I am so thankful for each of you...for the years we had to fall, grow, and thrive together. I hope that someday when it is safe, we can see each other again and I can give you the biggest hugs (because the pandemic really screwed us on that).  

---

We were lucky to have visited here in early March before the world shut down...to see what our lives might look like. Here we are closer to my family. Here, we can more easily afford the life we want to make. Here, I get to do the work I want to do and learn. Here is a place neither of us have history with - good or bad. Here is a place for all of our new memories. 

This move was for love...and the promise of what could be...for us. And I am so thankful for you - for many things... but especially for helping us make the hard choice and take another big leap. 

with love,
KB