I have been single a long time. A great deal of that time I have spent living alone. I have lived with men in my past and temporarily bunked with my parents on occasion but the majority of the time since I was 22 years old has been spent living with lil old me.
When I had boyfriends or “friends” they may have spent the night or stayed a weekend but they always went home. And once again, it was me and my space.
When Myron and I started dating, we typically saw each other on weekends. I had a long commute to work and to stay overnight during the week would have added at least 30 minutes to my commute plus I would have had to pass up my house coming from his. So we were immersed in each other during the weekends, which seem to unmercifully fly by.
It got to the point where it got really hard to see him leave on Sundays and he really hated to go. I started suggesting that he move in with me. I missed him, he missed me and we got along so well so why not just save all this money by shacking up. He wasn’t ready and understandably so. That’s one of the things I love about him. He’s a lot more forward looking than I am and also a lot more patient. I was a bit petulant about the whole thing but I backed off. I wasn’t going anywhere. He wasn’t either.
Well..he’s here now. Moved in for good on Tuesday. And I’m thrilled to finally have him here every day. I can already see the adjustment is really going to be mine to make. There might be some disagreements intense conversations. In fact, I’m sure of that. But because we communicate, communicate, communicate…I am positive we will work through them. We’re good like that. 🙂
He’s very comfortable in my our space. He’s already got ideas for new furniture and a flat screen for the master bedroom. I’m excited but somewhat uncertain. After all, I’m been rolling solo for quite some time. I want the change to happen, but not so abruptly. He assures me it will be gradual and we will make all the decisions about my our place together.
There’s that word again. Ours.
After all this time that I’ve spent alone, our two lanes are merging into one. I like it.
(But I’m sure I’ll have more to report about the combining of two separate households as time goes on.) 🙂