Spring is here, bringing promises of something new. The tumultuous storm we endured last night, swollen eyes exist even now, helped clear the air. Is it enough? Will we find that place where everything is good again? Or will we head back into that place of little communication and sadness?

I should give some background, I suppose. My boyfriend recently moved here from the east coast to be closer to me. He’s feeling deep, deep homesickness because Arizona is so completely different from where he used to live and he is questioning why he is here. He withdraws when he’s hurting and has closed me out. Last night, finally, we talked a bit. I’m raw. I’m sad in some ways but hopeful in others.

I’ve moved in similar ways most of my adult life, having lived all over the place. I love moving. I like the adventure. Our way of dealing with it is very different and I’m becoming frustrated because I can’t make it better for him and because he is withdrawing. He becomes frustrated because I don’t give him the empathy he needs.

We’re lost and trying to find our way back to one another. That’s a hard place to be. So, I’m venting here.