I travel nursed for fifteen months just me and my dog until two other angels joined our crew. It’s been different. Not better or worse, just different. It was interesting, because for that time I was on my own, I really just wanted to be on my own, learning and growing and discovering more about myself and those around me. It’s not as though being with someone has taken away from that, if anything it’s added to it, yet I still find myself thinking of those many, many places Prance and I would stumble into entirely blind. I don’t feel quite as blind now that I have a couple more buddies with me. It’s still entirely new and completely exciting, but there’s an added layer of familiarity to it that helps keep me grounded.

I like to think about my relationship with Willy being like a kite. One of us is always the string for the person that needs to soar for a while & our connection creates wind for that to be possible. It’s strange to think that just a year ago I met this man that is now the person that knows me best. And I can’t imagine not knowing him. Having the pleasure of witnessing the way his eyes shine when he laughs too hard at one of his own jokes or the way his hands feel against my skin. What wonder is this to find someone that you get to share your entire self with and still feel unconditionally & desperately loved.

I truly believed that for a while being alone was going to be my only companion, and as soon as I really became okay with that, started to pursue it even, I met Willy. Life is funny like that. And I know it’s infuriating to some, but the surprises of life—the ones that come in the times you think you’ve predicted exactly what’s going to happen—are my all-time favorite.