We have a million things to do before Amy leaves. We have to pack up her apartment and move it to various places throughout the city. We have to get a better handle on what we want in our ceremony. We need to play a little.
Jota is coming to stay with us for two months. My apartment is actually much larger than Amy's, and I think the cat will be happy there. There's more room to do cat things. She can chase her tail through five rooms if she wants.
I can't wait until Amy and I have a space of our own. Oh, I know we'll fight over silly things, like where this or that picture should hang, or whether the plants go here or there, or whatever. I'm happy to fight about that stuff. In the end, we'll have a place that is our own. We're looking at an apartment right in the Sherwood city center (um, that's roughly four blocks by five blocks) today. It might be the right place, but how will we pay for it while Amy is gone, and while I'm still rooming with two good friends?
This fall doesn't resonate as soundly as the last one, though the colors are just as vibrant, and the sun (for the few hours it is around) is just as bright. I think I'm just happier. Happiness takes the edge off of everything. It's harder to write, harder to design. I don't think it's impossible, though. You don't have to hate life to create things you can love.
