One Year
Today it's been a year since we crossed the Peace Bridge into Canada. It has been quite the year with some heady highs and mournful lows but never once have I regretted making the move. Das had some major concerns at different points when things just seemed to be refusing to come together but now we feel like this year has started us off on a good note.
I think that if it hadn't been so difficult when we first moved here I could easily have not had the amount of gratefulness that I have now that seems are smoother. I've been told that I have an amazing ability to get used to luxury, and it's true that I have expensive taste and love being pampered. On the other hand as much as I like luxury I don't need it. In fact I've discovered that I need fairly little although truth be told I am happier with at least some luxuries, often in the form of sweets.
Most of this yr I've been wearing pants daily which is not something Das actually likes. He thinks I'm pretty and all but he has a preference for me in skirts/dresses. Yesterday I got delivery on a few casual dresses I'd ordered online and put one on. Man the difference in how I felt was palpable. Interesting how a change of clothing actually can cause an internal shift. He was pretty happy to see my legs (covered in tights after all it is winter in Canada) for the first time in ages.
I'm thinking now that we are settling in we will have more time and inclination to bring back some of the kink that we haven't much indulged in recently. At the apartment there was always a worry that the people next door could hear us which was rather prohibiting but now we are in the country with the nearest house about a quarter mile up the road. I can squeak all night without disturbing anyone. I wonder if not having much impact play in a year makes one sensitive? Hopefully I'll know soon.
I think that if it hadn't been so difficult when we first moved here I could easily have not had the amount of gratefulness that I have now that seems are smoother. I've been told that I have an amazing ability to get used to luxury, and it's true that I have expensive taste and love being pampered. On the other hand as much as I like luxury I don't need it. In fact I've discovered that I need fairly little although truth be told I am happier with at least some luxuries, often in the form of sweets.
Most of this yr I've been wearing pants daily which is not something Das actually likes. He thinks I'm pretty and all but he has a preference for me in skirts/dresses. Yesterday I got delivery on a few casual dresses I'd ordered online and put one on. Man the difference in how I felt was palpable. Interesting how a change of clothing actually can cause an internal shift. He was pretty happy to see my legs (covered in tights after all it is winter in Canada) for the first time in ages.
I'm thinking now that we are settling in we will have more time and inclination to bring back some of the kink that we haven't much indulged in recently. At the apartment there was always a worry that the people next door could hear us which was rather prohibiting but now we are in the country with the nearest house about a quarter mile up the road. I can squeak all night without disturbing anyone. I wonder if not having much impact play in a year makes one sensitive? Hopefully I'll know soon.
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