Catching Up
It's Sunday night, I'm exhausted, and I feel like sleeping. I almost dozed off a couple hours ago, but I decided to try to catch up my journal instead. It's been months, I know. A lot has changed, almost all for the better, but I've been insanely busy and insanely stressed. Everything's finally settling down, so I'm writing now.

First off, I'm "engaged" -- as much as two women, one of whom is still married, and both of whom are closely involved with a third woman can be engaged. It happened the day after Valentine's day. It might have happened on V day itself, but I was spending time with B that evening. The fifteenth was a saturday and I'd swear I actually got out and did some skydiving that day. LWSRN carted us both up to the city for an overnight in a hotel and dinner at Millenium, where we'd had our first date together a couple years ago.

We stopped at the hotel before dinner. It was one of those lovely old hotels that dot San Francisco that have tiny rooms with high ceilings. I'm a bit fuzzy on the order of things. I'd had at least one drink, but I remember taking a shower and starting to get dressed. I think I'd just dried my hair and come out of the bathroom. The bed was strewn with rose petals. She took me over to the edge of the bed, sat me down, got down on her knees and started groping under the bed for something.

I had a pretty clear idea what she was intending, and said "oh no you don't!" over and over, but I didn't mean it. I'll admit I'm still gleeful over it. She'd tried to propose a couple times last year, but I'd turned her down. Last August (at least I think it was August), when we were in Las Vegas, I told her if she ever tried again that I'd accept. I'd pretty much decided she was never going to do it again, but she did.

In the time since we bought our house together, I've sold my cozy little house in the hills. I miss it, but the new house feels like home. We'd been looking at houses off and on for months, but decided it was too soon. I don't remember what got into me, but one day I suggested we look at a particular house, and LWSRN just took off and ran with it. We looked at far too many houses. We had money constraints. We had geographical constraints, and we had space constraints. All in all it looked like it wasn't going to happen, but eventually the right house just kind of fell into our laps.

Buying a house can be traumatic. Selling a house can be traumatic. Moving can be traumatic. All three, plus an added bonus move, plus dealing with two houses worth of stuff has been a bit much. I think we got a bit snappish towards the end, but we've been moved and settled for a couple months now, and I think everyone's calmed down.

There was also the breakup between LWSRN and B. They've reconciled, but even so at first it looked like she wouldn't be comfy having B in her house as often as B visited me. Then she got a bit resentful of B as a presumed visiting princess (with no obligations). In practice, B just came visiting and pitched in to help around the house, and didn't push LWSRN out of my bed -- it's a bit cosy for three, but we've gotten used to it. The only remaining issue is the amount of noise B and I can sometimes make when we're having private bedroom time. We're considering replacing the bedroom doors with something a little more solid and soundproof.

Recently the tables have turned a bit. I've had my round of troubles with B and LWSRN has been supporting her and pushing for B and I to salvage things. I thing B and I have things worked out. At least we've started to work things out. I think we probably need to write down some of our assumptions about how our relationship works. We've now made it past the one year mark. That's a positive sign. Very few people have managed to put up with me for quite so long.

The remaning stresses in life are work related. Doing software for a startup gets that way sometimes. I used to tell folks that I wasn't paid to take the kind of crap that comes up, but I've discovered, much to my chagrin, that these days I am. It beats the alternatives, I guess.

So what with selling my house and paying half a mortgage rather than a whole one, my expenses are down, and debt I expected to to take five years to pay off has vanished. I'm debtless, have a lovely home for me and my cats, get to spend more time with LWSRN and have gotten closer to B. Life seems to be slowing down and looking up.

Now if I could just find more time for writing and skydiving...