Everything is too much

It’s been a while since I’ve been on here, but I’m mostly okay. I moved. And when I say moved, I mean MOVED. Me, my partner, our daughter (5), and our dog (1) moved across the country. The question posed by those in our new city seems to be, why? Why did we move? Was it a job? no. Was it friends? Sorta, but not really. My question is, why does it matter what our reason was? We did it, and mostly in one piece.

Honestly, the move went smoothly. The unpacking has been slow, but everything that has happened since has been too much. We went to Pride for the first time, and it was beautiful. We had a miscarriage and numerous hospital visits, and that was terrible. Life has a way of overfilling and undergiving, and I was prepared to have that be the way. However, it wasn’t.

My best friend came across the country to aid, assist, and love. She’s been here for almost six weeks and leaves for home in a few days. She made something terrible be something connecting and touching. I could never put into words how meaningful and important she is to me and my family. I only hope to be able to offer the care she gave me unashamed and without expectations.

To say that everything is too much is beyond true. But it’s not all bad, and for that I have those around me to thank.