Over the past 7 years I’ve found myself working with people all over the southeast. I’ve spent time in a lot of southern cities over and over again.
There’s something comforting to me about having ‘homes’ in different cities. Exploring independently and finding routines no matter where I am. I make acquaintances everywhere I visit, I like knowing that I’m building something wherever I go – on my own.
This weekend, my love was able to come with me. We stayed in my favorite hotel and grabbed coffee at my favorite shop. It was funny to visit a city with him that I’ve traveled to so many times alone. To share little pieces of my ordinarily unseen life.
I hold onto my independence. The thought of losing my free will to the lure of a relationship has traditionally felt claustrophobic for me. The more I experience a love that supports my individual growth and freedoms the more I’m aware of the ease at which I can allow someone into these spaces of my life that I traditionally reserve for myself.
I’ve loved that being alone is my comfort zone. I like not relying on partnership. What I’m learning now is that partnership doesn’t have to be a taking away. It can be an addition. It can be a support and a challenge and a building of a solid structure.
Inviting this love of mine into these spaces with me only means that we are building onto the foundation of our bond. It doesn’t have to mean that we are taking boards away from the foundation of my bond with myself.