The right move
I picked up a pizza on the way home from work, and we ate it on the couch while watching an episode of Gilmore Girls. We took our flattened cardboard and empty milk jugs to the recycling center, then he dropped me off for my hair appointment and went to get his own cut. He picked me up, and we cuddled on the couch, discussing important things. The cat curled up on my lap. Then we cuddled in bed and finished talking until we couldn’t stay awake.
Roommates. Live-in boyfriend/girlfriend. Living in sin (to some). Taking the next step.
The Giraffe and I moved into a new apartment together soon after I returned from Ireland. We had discussed it several times before I left, then on a whim we looked at a place two days before my trip. And put down a deposit. We decided we’d think it over and if we changed our minds, we’d only be out that money.
We didn’t change our minds, and four weeks ago we rented a truck, packed up all our stuff, recruited some help and dove into the next phase of our relationship. Together we unpacked, assembled, arranged, hung and adjusted our belongings – his lamp on my end table, my books on his bookcase, my pots next to his pans, his pillow in my bed. And his cat, Oberon, in my lap (I think I’m accidentally falling for this feline).
If you remember, or check the archives, the Giraffe and I met on Match in November, and our first date was December 11. We were living together (quite happily I might add) before we had even known each other six months. But when things are right, they’re just right, right?
Right!
As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.
Shannon, you sly fox! Good for you!
*I’ve had wine so forgive the mushiness.*
It wasn’t that long ago that you were in such a bad place over the breakup with whathisface. I told you then that you would come out of it and you have come out ON TOP! Yay for you! I am muy happy for you.
I wholeheartedly belive in when it’s right it’s right. I am in the midst of the whirlwind right now.
My husband gave me keys to his apartment 6 days after our first “date,” and a month later we’d moved in together. Only you two know what’s right for you, and only you can decide what’s going to make you happiest. Besides, how else will you find out if he has good taste in linens?
I’m happy for you. He seems like a great guy.
I love Oberon, you should blog about him all the time.
Sounds like a wonderful day/night. Yeah!
Hell yes!!!!
You already know our story. I’m just sayin’.
I am super, super happy for you, Shan. And not just because you’ve found an awesome guy (though, hey! That’s sweet!), but also because you have found a lot of happinesses after a dark time in your life.
this is nice.
Awesome! Congrats!
I’m in a similar boat — met in December, lots and lots or rocky times, and last weekend he officially moved in. I’m so happy for you. I hope we can soon learn more about him, including a real name.
We didn’t just move in together after a few months of dating… we bought a house together! I totally understand the whole, “when you know, you know”. Why waste time? Congrats!
Yep, when you know it’s right, it’s right. Go with your gut. And every other cliche in the book.
Congrats – happy for you!