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

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