Living in love.

Well, we did it.

Two Uhauls, one sprained ankle, and lots of stairs later, we have officially moved in to our new home together on the coast.

It is a beautiful, spacious treehouse of an apartment, and somehow seems to smell good all the time. Our bedroom looks out towards stunning green hills, and sweet birds zoom through the backyard all day long.

Our neighborhood is quiet and friendly, and walking a handful of blocks bring us to a beautiful beach. Even when the water isn’t visible, I can still feel the powerful energy of the ocean.

Poppy has been incredibly gracious about all of the stuff I brought with me, but this move has been a serious wakeup call for me. I have described myself as a minimalist, and for many years that was an accurate label. After seeing everything stacked on our new porch, however, I realize I have strayed. It is time to cleanse and clear.

I still can’t believe I get to live with this incredible woman. Poppy has this truly incredible ability to imbue any space with magic and peace, and watching her thoughtfully assembling our life headquarters has already been so special. The funny thing is, we have all this space now…and yet still we spend 99% of our time huddled close in the same room. I follow her around like a smitten kitten as she does chores.

It doesn’t matter how many times I see her smile. Or how often I look into the depths of her eyes. How many times I see her bangs fall into her face, framing her beauty so perfectly. I never get used to any of it.

The novelty of meeting the most beautiful woman in the world gave way to the incredible honor of sharing a life with my soulmate. And now, I get to share a home with my best friend, and every night feels like a sexy sleepover. Every morning I wake up to find myself in a dream.