higher powered

There's a new person in my life; a budding relationship. We slept together last night for the first time.

I stayed at his house.

This brings to mind an interesting fact for me. Since 1989, I have lived many of those years in hotel rooms (overseas, working) or in short-term apartments (1-4 months at a time). In 15 years, the "other person" always stayed at my place, not the other way round. Maybe that was a control issue I am only now beginning to recognize. In my relatively new life of sobriety, "letting go" seems to be taking on a life of its own.


my new love