Mitt Romney: "Women's Brains Smaller Than Men's"

Two condos.  Two cars.  Many fobs.  Twice in one day I caught myself driving to Michael's though, for the most part, we're moved into my place now.
Cor blimey.  At least all my stuff is in my place so I can have some semblance of peace in that regard.  Having two places on the go was tiring and confusing.  And snake infested (fun story).
Friday I had a massage after work and then Michael and I watched "Limitless" (kinda dumb) and "Everything Must Go" (really good). 
Saturday we moved more stuff and then met up with a bunch of people at a local pub.  One of my friends had recently completed her first hundred miler (after a few attempts) and, needless to say, the lot of us wanted the gory details.  I can honestly say I've never had much of a desire to do an ultra distance race except maybe to have the experience and, after what J told us,  my desire isn't much inflamed.  Sounds hard, tiring and painful.
That said it was so nice that so many people came out.  At one point I lost one of my earrings.  Michael and I searched under the table for it but we came up empty handed.  It illicited the attention of our friends who insisted they would help search but I said it wasn't a big deal: I love the earrings but I don't think they were incredibly expensive, just sentimental because Michael gave them to me.
Anyways, we wrapped up the night and I went to use the washroom and came back to see one of our friends digging between my seat and the wall.  He located my earring, but it wasn't reachable by hand, so he worked it out, slowly and surely, with a butter knife.
It was really, absurdly touching.
A table near us asked what was going on and I told them it was a lost earring and it was no big deal and, upon leaving, when I told them it had been found, the husband said "don't you feel better?  You would have worried about it all night" which I would have.  His wife said "I would have gone looking for it after you left" and we both had a laugh.
I still remember the leather bracelet that I bought with a friend at a market in Victoria years and years ago and how I lost it at Taylor's Crossing.  I loved that thing. 
Actually, forget that: my mom and dad gave me one of those bracelets that were all the rage back in the day - it was like a tube filled with water and glitter.  I lost that as well and I was about ten years old.  I still remember it.
So yes.  Things that have been lost.  Past things that we have to let go of.
I went for a run today, my first for a few days.  What a stellar day it was, to boot.
I'm done with the last four years.  It was any number of things, but mostly it was exhausting and it very nearly cost me my relationship with Michael which - aside from my family - is the most important relationship in my life.
A year ago I destroyed that bond.  I eviscerated it.  I hurt Michael more than anyone should ever have to bear.  And then I asked for him to forgive me, and over the past year he did and every day I wake up and am thankful for that.
Today I let go of all the demons that I've carried for so, so long.  It's done.  I forgive myself and it's time to move on.
I'm in a "new" relationship.  I'm in a "new" place.
It's about time.