If that isn’t the loaded question of the year.
It’s different. Short answer.
Long answer? Wellll…
It smells different. The air, I mean. It smells… musty. Probably because everything is damp ALL THE TIME. It’s humid here (<-- that would be the understatement of the year). I went for a walk at 8am and that was far too late in the day to be outside. This morning I left for a walk at 6:30am and while infinitely more comfortable, it was still humid enough that I had boob sweat rolling down my stomach and if it hadn't been so overcast, would have been just as miserable as the 8am walk.
The water tastes and smells different. City water is gross. Sometimes it smells sewer-y. And it doesn't get cold no matter how long you let the faucet run. I see bottled water in my future.
It's crowded. There are people every-fucking-where. There are stores everywhere and restaurants everywhere and food carts and people selling things on street corners and homeless/poor people asking for money and the traffic is INSANE. Going a few miles can take 30 or 40 minutes! In the U.P., it takes 30 or 40 minutes to go 30 or 40 miles, lol.
So we live in the 'burbs, in a subdivision, where the houses all look the same and are so close to each other you can practically taste each other's dinners. I got lost taking a walk the other day (well not lost, but you know) because you’d think you could walk in a simple square block and be back where you started, but not so, as it turns out. I ended up having to retrace my steps, and even then I have to read the numbers on the houses to find my own because they are pretty much identical.
And yet… it’s not so bad. We have a little backyard with a privacy fence and when we’re out there, we can’t see anyone and they can’t see us. We can’t really hear anyone unless they are yelling in their own yards. There is nobody behind us as it’s a greenway, so that helps to feel a little more private. There isn’t a whole lot of traffic through here and we’re far enough off the main roads to not have a lot of traffic noise.
The house is nice. Newer. There is central air, nice fixtures and appliances, everything is freshly painted (in buy-me-beige, lol). It’s clean, the floors are nice (ceramic tile and laminate, no carpet), the windows and blinds are nice.
Overall, it’s much smaller than the other house but the living room and kitchen are bigger, as is the master bedroom, and with it just being the two of us, that’s all we need. It doesn’t really feel like we downsized. There are 3 bedrooms, so we still have a spare room and M still gets his mancave/office. There are 3 bathrooms, too, 2 full, 1 half. It’s a 2-story house, all the bedrooms and 2 bathrooms are upstairs, and I think that adds to the feeling of having not lost a lot of space. And there’s a small garage for M’s tools and such as well.
The part that feels the most like we downsized is the yard. Going from over 6 acres to… I don’t know, probably a 30 foot by 20 foot yard (40 x 30? I’m horrible at guessing distance) is a big change. But it’s big enough for the dog to do her business and to play a little bit, and it’s nicely manicured with 2 pretty flowering trees, and we set up a small patio set outside the back door, so all in all, it’s good.
Speaking of the animals, I’ve talked with those who have ours and everyone is doing well. I have to admit that downsizing the pets has its perks. It’s almost… pleasant. And with everyone doing well where they are, I’m much less guilt-ridden over it these days.
And we’ve gone shopping and been out to eat and explored the city. I am having some serious culture shock but it’s also all so fascinating and different and busy and noisy and energetic and amazing.
M’s been pretty busy with the new job. There are a lot of things that have to be done before he’s actually doing what he’s been hired to do, a lot of training and testing and what-have-you, so he’s been preoccupied and a little stressed and I’m just biding my time until he turns his attentions back to me.
I still have some boxes to unpack, including whichever box has the njoy in it. I’m really in nooooo hurry to find it, to be honest. :)
I do have my collar back on and I had a new set of matching cuffs that I wore for a few days, but ultimately it was decided I need a smaller size so they’ve been repackaged and the new ones are on their way. Including ankle cuffs, which honestly just sound painful. Hard steel around ankle bones? Ouch. I mean, my wrists were getting sore those few days I wore the cuffs but I’m hoping that was because they were too big and were flopping around my wrist bones. We’ll see I guess!
And even though it sounds like it’s going to be uncomfortable, the idea of having the cuffs, both ankles and wrists, plus the collar, on and locked makes me squishy in my warm spots.
We’ve had some pretty damn hot sexy times. Under the desk and out from under the desk. I growled and grunted so hard one time that all the next day my throat burned and my chest ached. I suggested he not fuck me into a heart attack but he just grinned and patted himself on the back because ego.
No play, though. At least no formal play, with toys and bondage, not yet anyway. Is it weird that I differentiate between that kind of play and the other, everyday sort of slapping, pinching, ordering about, corrections, etc., etc. that go on all the time? I mean, the other day, I was getting coffee and he held out his cup for a refill but I already had my cup in hand and was just getting ready to pour mine, which I went ahead and did just because I was already moving that way, and he deliberately made me put everything down, took off my glasses and gave me a nice, stingy face-slapping lesson in who gets served first, but that’s not formal play. It’s not play. Maybe that’s the difference. I don’t know.
Anyway. In due time, or so I suspect. Nothing feels settled here, it’s not home. It still feels like a hotel, you know? You can’t play in a hotel. It doesn’t feel comfortable!
That’s my story.