Adjusting

I’ve lived a bit of nomadic life for the last 5 years so romances have been fleeting.
I expected the same from this one but after a brief period of seeing each other, I would travel again, only to return to a locked down London. 
As it happened we didn’t like the prospect of not seeing each other again. Instead of moving home to Kent, I moved in with him. 
In the subsequent 5 months we have been cohabiting successfully (the first time I have ever lived with a boyfriend), learning so much about each other, and also, I think, about ourselves. 
We both got so much more than we bargained for, but suddenly the challenge of our relationship was not lockdown, it was the return to normality. 
We discussed an open relationship at length, and have been progressing towards this, but I did end up having to move back to Kent due to work commitments.
Now I’m struggling with the reality of a long distance, open relationship where there feels like an imbalance caused by him being in London and me residing in quiet Kent. 
While I process some insecurities, he reassures me, and next week I’ll meet his family for which we are both excited.
It feels promising.