When was the last time you fell?

I´ve been doing a lot of falling lately.
But gradually, a bit at the time. !
Or such is the illusion I´ve used, to get used to it.

First I fell for a man. Got scared. But kept falling.
(Of course, gravity is stronger than fear, luckily).

Then I fell for the place where he lives.
A tiny sandheap of an island with ferryconnection
-where the locals are friendly and cars are scarce.
Where architecture looks like Kardemommeby, a children´s book
classic from Norwegian author Torbjørn Egner.
Where people are into dancing and laughing, chanting and yoga nidra.
Where beaches and woods take up a lot of space,
and summerhouse rental is a major source of income.

I spent last winter deciding whether it was safe to "allow" the fall.
(I do admit it is a silly thing to imagine to be doing).
Then moved. Into this man´s village, into his house, into his arms.

I actually enjoy falling. Letting go, accepting change happening to me. In me.
It´s just that I´ve fallen before too, and it hurt. So this time, I needed to be certain
that I´d be okay. One can of course never be certain. So it was hard work.
But I worked on surfing the waves of my emotions and thoughts, and ended up
saying yes to the move, embracing the new, trusting his heart is true.

When I think about it, I´m actually against the metaphor of falling
when it comes to being in Love.
I prefer to think of it as rising. Rising in love with each other.

But ok. That´s for an other day´s question-reflection.
Bottom line:
I´m falling deeper and deeper in love with my current life situation! :o)