I’m gonna get a little long-winded and sappy today guys, so bear with me. If any of you follow along regularly with this column (Hi, Mom!) then you know that 6 month ago my manfriend and I decided to leave the East Coast and move to Hawai’i where we would pursue a shared creative dream (form a production company, write/produce/direct feature films) and live together…for the first time.
That’s right, our first shot at cohabitation also coincided with moving thousands of miles away from everyone we know, and starting a business together while working—wait for it—from the 800 square foot studio apartment we also live in. Totally nuts, right? Social isolation + fresh cohabitation + seriously stressful project = disasterland, right? Continue reading