Monday, March 19, 2018


I miss you, my love. I’m ahead of you by 20 hours, so it’ll be first time we have a monthly anniversary that’ll last two days and we’re apart for it. I know I’ll be home in a few days, culminating in the longest Friday of my life. I think you’d really enjoy New Zealand. It’s a lot like Seattle, pushed through a European filter of being a crossroad for culture, a social safety net, and a general feeling of calm and welcoming. It’s not perfect, no place is, but I think you would enjoy it here. I suspect I’ll be travel far more than I was in the gaming industry. I hope to take you along in this adventure at some point. We’ll have Hawaii in a couple months, so at least there’s that. Anyway, I’ll be home soon. I love you.

Monday, February 19, 2018


Happy monthly anniversary to you, my love. It’s been a month of starts and stops, of waiting and seeing, but also a month of change when it comes to me… or at least work. I think I might have something lined up. I’m in that limbo of paperwork and different time zones between me and a potential employer. Thank you for being patient and supportive all this time. Thank you for being proud of me during them time of endless resumes and applications I love you. 

Friday, January 19, 2018


Our first monthly anniversary of the new year. Still looking for work, but there are a number of leads at least, and we are economically stable for a while. It's just the ego erosion that comes from not having a job to go to every week day. It's expected we are supposed to go to an office during the day, and if you don't, you are a failure. 

I'm grateful you don't see me like that. You know we've been here before, and in time we'll both have jobs and have our return to the day adventures in other offices and being home together in our depart and return modern work cycle, finding our domesticity in the evenings, when we are grateful to be together again.

I love you. 

Tuesday, December 19, 2017


Eighteen and a half years as of today. It’s cliché to say, it feels like only yesterday. It’s not true. It’s never just yesterday. It’s a long time where I remember you and me and everything else is sectioned off, jettisoned into Other Time. Some of it is for the better. Not everyone gets to pick where they want to end up, or has enough escape velocity to be somewhere else. Even fewer get the choice to be where they want to be. I’m lucky. We both are. 

Sunday, November 19, 2017


Happy monthly anniversary, my love. Despite some turbulence and changes, we are in a good place. We love each other. We are healthy. We’ve been in a worse places and I feel strangely hopeful about where we’re going to end up soon. I’ll pick up a new role soon and life will go on. I love you and I feel stronger with you.