I need to get it out...but tonight is apparently not the night. D and I are getting along for the first time in a few days (more on that later), and I need to go snuggle under his arm before I head to sleep. The thing is, we move into our new apartment tomorrow morning and it looks like we won't have internet for two weeks. This totally slays me because I want to use this space to write about the past month, and I know that I really need to write about it. One of the things adding to my apparently black-heart and forked tongue is the fact that I haven't had a moment to myself since we arrived in Oregon. I have been yearning to get back to this space, to share a little of what I have been going through and attempt to make sense of it.
I am going to try to write a little off-line (what a concept) and utilize coffee-shop internet to post. If I don't get that done than I will absolutely, definitely, no-question-about-it be back in two weeks. Just in time to tell you all how it feels to be in the roughest patch of your relationship with your partner when are just two weeks shy of your first wedding anniversary. (Spoiler alert: it does not feel awesome).