Last summer was full of adventures: cooking in outdoor kitchens, building tripods, planning actions, sleeping in treehouses in the middle of NYC. I traveled up the east coast, coming to a new city every week. In the process, I fell for my traveling partner’s partner. As a local organizer who had participated in several collective projects that involved facilitated meetings and complex protocol, I’d thought I already knew all there was to know about process; but now, deeply immersed in the beginning of my first polyamory love triangle, I discovered it could extend to a whole new level. There were long conversations to work out simple questions like who would sleep with whom each night, and ongoing efforts to keep each other aware of all our feelings about every issue. It was often an arduous process, but consequently, I developed a very open and expressive relationship with my new partner, and that felt healthy and good.