The city I live in now, I didn’t choose it. When I stayed on the phone all day and all night with a man, talking about music, joking about I don’t remember what, writing a song together… I knew a new page is here. Love fills the human body with pure adrenaline. I bagged up my life and moved to his city.
Now, two stubborn souls are in love and sharing an apartment. Humility (mine), patience (his), shared understanding, humor, and two cats are helping us growing into a family. This man is going to be the father of my children. We chose each other.
We were watching his favorite movie, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, in bed. It was a sweet and tender moment where I understand, love is here -soft, sweet, warm and silly. I am safe and warm inside our love. But love isn’t enough, he needed to find a job at the time. Reality cares about the dough. I do too. I couldn’t afford to pay for both of us. Had I been wealthy, I wouldn’t mind paying for him. We had to talk about money, an uncomfortable topic for us, early in our relationship. We were able to share what money means for us, what we can/can’t accept, and how to proceed as a couple. We were the maturest versions of ourselves. He has a job now. Life still cares about the dough and so do we.
I feel lucky. Our love is unlikely. Without it, my life was going to take on the shape of a childless woman. I would live with the unbearable lightness of my freedom. I would have no special person to share the wondrous world inside and outside of me. I would be okay, but I would missing out on core learnings of being a good partner and a good mother. Life is much richer with him in it. I like our shared life. We’ve chosen Hoboken, NJ to be our new home. We will move soon. Wedding. Babies. All to come. It is exciting and still, one foot in front of the other. May the soft and tender hearted have a sweet and rewarding 2026, that’s all of us.
Love to you my friends.