They made a pact. On Valentine's day they decided to move to a new city every three to five years. This pinky promise was symbolic of their philosophy on being human—the spirit is everlasting but the body breaks down. No big deal, it is what it is. Taste the fruit, feel the pain, dance to the miracle of it all. They pick a place on the map and that's how it starts. They use Google to pretty much scout their new city with virtual walks around the various neighborhoods and then some quality time on Zillow. Once they have three solid options they make appointments to view the properties, and over wine sips, they decide which place is—the one—based mainly on vibes, but also considering cost and square footage. Then comes the UHaul, the boxes, bubble wrap, and packing tape. Each new home has to be smaller than the previous, which is one of their core principles. Essential to the pack is letting go. They donate their unnecessary to Goodwill. And there is some admin, like canceling the utilities and whatnot, and creating a simple spreadsheet to figure out where the money at. Moving is rigorous. They scraped their knees, twisted ankles, and they would get super emotional when they ultimately decided to lighten their load. Saying goodbye to stuff opened up their heart chakras and reminded them why they invoked the pact in the first place. They wanted to spend most of their lives loving each other real good and memorizing the exact feeling of their spiritual essence; because the body doesn't last. So moving to them was simply a metaphor. Life imitating the art of existence.

With each move they got closer and closer to love.

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