life after it all

So last night it became painfully obvious to me that I need to move.  I had been thinking about it for a while now, but last night was the last straw.

I live on the 9th floor of a nice apt building.  I like it.  Its small, but it suits my needs.  Its very close to work and everything else I need - besides the boyfriend.  But this summer has been an eye opener.  I lived with my Ex in South Africa for most of 2007. Including the blazingly hot summer.  I often went naked in the apt.  And on a few nights, I sat up right in our bed dripping with sweat cause it was 40 degrees at 3am.

While Edmonton does not get that hot at 3am, my apt does.  Its like a heat trap that locks in heat and never releases it.  So for the past few weeks I’ve been thinking I need to move before next June.

Last night my boyfriend spent the night.  He’s been unwilling to spend the night for most of the summer because it gets too hot at night.  But yesterday was bitterly cold (for August) and the night was cool.  I had all the windows open and well…wasn’t he cool during supper?

So he stayed.  Actually, more because we drank a bottle of wine and then vodka, but I wasn’t complaining.  I enjoy my boy in my bed. (I’m usually in his).  However, I was awake half the night warm.  Not sweating, but warm enough to not sleep. At 5am, we both woke up and had to walk around the apt to cool off.

So while getting back into bed at 5am, I turned to him and said “I’m moving”.