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I'm moving back to Kingston permanently. I don't know how to segue gracefully into something like this in my weblog, really, so ... there it is.

I wanted to wait until after a few of our nearest and dearest had found out before I wrote anything about it here. I didn't really feel like writing anything else with this taking up all the space in my head so it's been a quiet week in weblogland for me. That's not to say that I want to go puking up my broken, bleeding heart all over here, either. This isn't that kind of weblog, or at least I try not to let it be.

There are reasons and they're good ones, but Andrew and I still think the world of each other. I know it sounds so odd, with me having moved back just two weeks ago. It took moving back to realize some things fully, though, and this is how it is. That's about all the explanation this space is going to see on the subject, too.

I have to sort out all of the things that are mine and pack them up. Getting them to Kingston will be another matter, but that'll get worked out. Aside from the obvious what'll be hardest to leave behind in the apartment is my kittyboys. Mongkut and Shelley are staying here with Andrew. He's keeping the apartment, obviously, and this is their home. Mong is so attached to Andrew that he wouldn't be truly happy apart from him, and Mong needs his Shelley around to keep him sane. So it's best that the three of them stick together.

Leaving Toronto guts me, but going to Kingston is the best choice. It's tempting to imagine living in Toronto, but cost of living alone means that Kingston makes a lot more sense for me. Besides, there are wonderful things and people waiting for me in Kingston.

This doesn't mean that I'm quitting 365 Masks before I start, either. I'm more determined than ever to jump into it, now. My next entry will be about that, I promise.