omnia_mutantur | "sing me a story i haven't heard yet"

why will i move? easiest question ever. to be with Light. it seems so obvious as to not need an answer, but i'm still going to struggle my way into the words. i want to wake up to him every morning. i want to be as calm and as in my skin as i am when i'm with him. i want to keep growing into this new way of being. because i can't imagine anything i want more. because i know he'll take better care of me than i will, because i know i'll take better care of him than he does. because he balances me out. because he challenges me. because he loves my cats. because sometimes we can sit in my bed for hours on end without talking in our own little worlds, yet most of the time, he'll try like hell to explain to me the things i don't get about people.

where will i move? wherever light wants. not because i'm that subservient, but because i'm pretty sure at this point in my life, i'm more adaptable than i've been in a long time. not just because i'm a hermit, and want only to stay under my covers and make sweet love to my laptop, but because some of my closest friends are accessible through a cable modem, because my job here drives me mad, and i'll never be the wageearner Light is, and i'll probably never need the amount of free capital that Light's accustomed to, so it makes sense to go where he'd be employed. hopefully, i'll be able to find a hospital that needs a jill-of-all-trades, and if not, i'll find something else to do.

many of my friends live in the pioneer valley. very few of them intend to live here for the rest of their lives, as far as i can tell. my little brothers are grown, and nearly free.

new thought: i just realized i'm not making any backup plans. i'm sure i'd land on my feet if i had to, but i'm not planning to have to, which is the first time this has ever happened. ever. in my entire life, as far as i can remember. every time i've made a choice, particularly a choice that involves relying on another person, i've always had at least one backup, if not three or four backups which involve relying on no one but myself. and while language may not be able to convey my shock, my brain just let up an exuberant shout and left the building, so i'm going to sit here and daydream about nagging light about putting things on shelves too high for me.