I recently moved into my boyfriend’s house. Moving is a strangely emotional and disorienting process, in addition to being a notoriously stressful life event.

I had given a lot of thought to this move in the sense of what it meant for my partner and I in terms of our relationship, but I hadn’t necessarily thought about the other new relationship I was entering—the one with his house.

Though I’ve had my driver’s license since I was a teenager, for ten years I’ve lived in Montreal as a pedestrian. Until now!