When I moved into Kay's house in Durham, New Hampshire, I left behind a challenging, rewarding and lucrative career in Human Resources in the private sector. When I first applied at the University of New Hampshire, none of my past experience qualified me for a position that paid a salary equal to what I had left behind.
It's amazing what one can get used to. At first the transition from the businesslike hustle-bustle of the private sector confused me, but then I began to enjoy the slower pace of academe. I discovered I was a pretty flexible "older worker".
Inanimate things put in a box and transported one hundred miles away, then taken out and arranged on new shelves and in new drawers, takes nothing away from them.
A person similarly transported has more to cope with. The effect on the human spirit, psyche and sensitivity is profound as one tries to fit one's square being into the round hole of a new environment.
I said to Kay, "We have no shared memories or bedrock to anchor us during this emotional upheaval we're going through. Help me." I reached out - her hand was there. It still is. This is the basis of a same-sex relationship.
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