Generally, Christmas is cel­eb­rated on December 25th, or for some of my European friends, the 24th. This year, my Christmas will not take place until February 1, 2009. However, my count­down to that one amaz­ing day star­ted at 9pm (pacific time) tonight. At 5am (his time) Master left his home in the UK trav­el­ing to the Heathrow air­port and will con­tinue his travels until he finally arrives at Pearson International in Toronto (approx­im­ate arrival time: 12:30pm).

Tomorrow morn­ing as I enter work Master will be mak­ing his way through cus­toms and towards a life time together with me. Granted my jour­ney to Ontario is 33 sleeps away; how­ever, as time con­tin­ues to prove, days slip by quickly and soon enough I will be sit­ting in my aisle seat headed to our new home. I can not believe we are finally tak­ing this step and mov­ing towards a life­style that entices, intrigues, excites and ter­ri­fies me and yet here we are pack­ing, chan­ging addresses and begin­ning new careers. Goodness, when we were exper­i­en­cing the past three years it felt like etern­ity to reach this point and now that the trans­ition is in place the move feels as though it rush­ing towards me.

I have known, nay felt the desire to live with my Master after the first year and a half we were together. (Yes, it really did take 18 months much to many of my friends dis­be­lief to come to that con­clu­sion.) I have been a slow mover for the major­ity of my life; when print­ing my name for the first time, to recit­ing my times tables, to read­ing out loud, to attend­ing my first boy/girl party, to hav­ing my first drink of alco­hol, to col­our­ing my hair, to hav­ing my right nipple pierced, to my first kiss, to the very first time I had sex, to my first polit­ical party vote, to what uni­ver­sity I wished to attend, to what degrees I wished to pur­sue, to accept­ing what I con­sidered my first ‘grown up’ job, to my decision to go over­seas and exper­i­ence Australia, to telling Master I love him, to mov­ing to Vancouver and to finally mak­ing the decision to leave my cur­rent career and move onto a new one, one I still am uncer­tain about.

In a nut­shell one could say that I am most cer­tainly not a ‘fly by the seat of my pants’ kind of slave. Au con­traire, I make list after list then spend a gra­tu­it­ous amount of time research­ing and delib­er­at­ing until finally after months of intense internal dis­cus­sion come to some form of con­clu­sion. My choices have often come from logic and reas­on­ing rather than emo­tional arousal; how­ever, if this past year has taught me any­thing it is to break away from being rational and embrace sen­sa­tions more, per­haps even put more worth on what I am feel­ing rather than thinking.

This move with Master is monu­mental for me because this is the very first time I have moved in with a man I love, with a man I wish to spend the rest of my life with, with a man who is not just my part­ner but my Master. The decision to move in with Master is a first for it was made solely based on emo­tions, on love; my love for Master. I am extremely excited about what the future will hold for us and although my logical side is slightly trep­id­a­tious the little girl in me is full of Christmas anticipation.

~His grace

I want to take a moment to wish every­one a lovely Christmas. May this time of year allow each of you to embrace all that is dear to your heart and that you all take a moment to real­ise how won­der­ful life truly is.

Merry Christmas every­one!
~His grace