Arizona was beautiful. Blue skies, cool weather. It was a hard trip, and a good one. Special Man’s parents were kind and welcoming, but ultimately there was much more for them to focus on than worrying about what to think about their married son’s girlfriend. I did what I could to help, and Special Man had me for extra support. I enjoyed being able to do that. I also got to see my sister, who is having some of her own life stresses, and offer some hugs and giggles. I do wish we lived closer.
When SMF and I left to drive back to Idaho, his dad, smiled and said, “We’ll miss you.” It was lovely. A few days after we got home, he passed away with SMF’s mother and hospice at his bedside. I am so grateful that I could be there for a short time.
The poly community here continues to grow. Every month our potluck gets bigger and people are so excited to connect. I just can’t wait to see where we are going, it’s such a great energy to be around. I have tried to be open to making new connections, but I fear I’m an awkward maker of friends. It’s kind of ironic, considering how much pleasure I get from learning about people, watching people, understanding people. I’m a great hostess, a good group facilitator. But I get a little lonely.
I’m planning a few trips for the next year, and I’m really excited! Seattle in April, Atlanta in June, Columbus in November. I have projects and things that are inspiring me, and I feel good. It’s been a while since I could say that.
I’m back, baby.