La Quête

Finding an apartment is a great exercise for the imagination. You think of all the practical things, sure, but you also have to see yourself happily living there.
Looking for an apartment with your boyfriend is doubly an exercise of the imagination. You must see two happy destinies unfold in the three, or four, or five and a half rooms you are carefully examining.
We are looking in Verdun.
So far, soooo dirty.
We are not losing hope of finding the jem, though. That's exactly what we are both looking for, a little oasis of beauty.
La Quête has me losing sleep a bit. It comes with so many visions of next year, so many uncertainties: where will I work, will I eventually go back to school, will J.G. still love me, will MF and MD come over...
I couldn't sleep at all one night and went to sleep on J.G.'s couch. He was a bit upset and associated the insomnia with him only: i.e. that I would be afraid it would not work with him, or that I was not feeling ready to move-out.
Eh non, it has to do with my own fears of non-accomplishment. Being with someone so positive makes me feel like I have to really be "à mon affaire" and live-up to him, happiness-wise. It actually helps. As for reassurance, I have to point it out often, when I need it, but then I do get it. Very much so.