I used to think that you could be happy anywhere. That happiness was just a state of mind. Something I was in control of.
And that when it came to happiness that it didn’t really matter so much where I lived but that it mattered more how I talked to myself about where I lived. » Read more
Two months ago, I moved from Cleveland to Dallas. I laughed the first time I was asked if I might be amenable to moving to Texas five months ago.
But the more I learned about the job opportunity in Dallas, the less insane it sounded.
And a month after that, I was straight out getting rid of most of what I owned, » Read more
“I have to ask,” she said. “Why Cleveland? Couldn’t you pick a better city to move to?”
Everyone around us exploded in laughter. Because we were having this conversation in Cleveland. A suburb of it anyway. A barbecue at a mutual friend’s house.
I smiled. » Read more
A while back, I wrote an essay called “It’s Easy to Convince Yourself That an Opportunity Has Passed Forever, But That Doesn’t Mean You’re Right.”
In that piece, I talk about how I’d ask for science toys for Christmas, but my mother would shake her head. She’d say, “You’ll blow up the house.” » Read more
PQ 23.3 — Do my expectations allow space for metamours who might have different expectations?
“When it comes to polyamory, sometimes I think I’m the world’s biggest Monday morning quarterback,” she says.
I laugh involuntarily. “I’m not really into football,” I warn her.
“Well, you live in Cleveland, » Read more
PQ 21.5 — Can I respond to change in my relationship with grace?
It has been a long and emotional day. One of the best days of my life. I am out with a couple of friends in a restaurant celebrating.
“You know, Page, don’t take this the wrong way, » Read more
It’s Saturday. We’re both working in the living room on our laptops.
Delighted as always to be workaholics.
His Spotify mix is playing in the background, a kind of active white noise to smooth out the normal ambient noises. The peaks and silences of the house. Our neighbors. The street.
I’m not even registering the music, » Read more
I’m standing in a lushly decorated rooftop bar holding a drink that cost me more than I think a drink should. Although it’s a heavy pour, so that’s good. I’m dressed to the nines. Chic dress, lace pumps, suit coat. I’d spent hours earlier combing my wardrobe for the best pieces, looking for something that says “trendy businesswoman mixed with just a touch of first lady.” » Read more
It’s a criticism I hear fairly often of polyamory: Having multiple simultaneous romantic relationships is a classist idea. Some say polyamory is just for rich trust fund kids who have the scratch to go on twice, thrice, or four times as many dates.
It’s said that polyamory and other forms of consensual non-monogamy are inaccessible to all but the wealthiest among us. » Read more
On my city bus ride into campus this morning, I was sitting in front of a British man and his female co-worker, a native Ohioan, one of the locals. Listening to him ask her questions about the area, it brought me back to the first months that I spent here, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of things to do nearby. » Read more