I’ve never lived with a boyfriend. I’ve lived with my parents and sisters. I’ve had roommates that ranged from a fun-crafty, like-minded roommate from Craigslist (one of my top 2!) to a feline obsessed kook who literally thought I turned her cat against her and who would watch me while I slept. I’ve never lived with a guy outside of my family — unless you could those 2 months a girlfriend and I shared a room in a houseful of guys in college — ick, what a mess that was. That doesn’t count because I was sleeping on a bunkbed.
So… we’ve booked the moving company. On Feb. 9, my bed, undies, shoes (shoes & shoes), and every little knick knack I own will be carted off to the GTB’s house.
And… I’m not nervous and I’m not scared, but I am… hmmm, experiencing a bit of anxiety. I mean — this is HUGE for me.
Is this normal?
Its the first step in our journey to a life together. Suddenly, its all so real.