The boy and I are moving in together. Oh yes, it's time.
We've been together almost a year- who would've thought a little over a year ago when I was in Europe whizzing around on a Vespa through the tiny streets, alongside the canals of Amsterdam with a Dutch gift shop employee- who sold me tiny Dutch clogs and later gave me an unofficial tour The Red Light District, etc. etc. (you can guess how the story unfolds), that I would be HERE. In love. Touring with a band. And looking into cute Denver lofts. And, thinking about diamond engagement rings.... eek!
"At least when I'm being a punk ass I'll have a comfy couch to sleep on...." says My Love after telling him about the ORGASMICALLY COMFORTABLE COUCH that he will be inheriting once all of my belongings are shipped from LA (where they've been for two years in storage) to our soon-to-be abode. Not only will he be inheriting my things, but we'll be inheriting everything GOOD AND BAD about each other.....
The best part; I'm not nervous. Not at all. It feels like the perfect natural progression for our relationship- in fact, had he asked me even three months after we'd been together to marry him, or elope to the Caribbean and get married on the beach in front of drunk tourists sipping Mai Tai's I would've done it. That's how perfectly in line living together feels.
There will be times when I want to shake him ferociously because he'll leave every cabinet in the kitchen open, or because he forgets to flush the toilet every morning after brushing his teeth. I'm certain I'll be irritated when his farts overwhelm the smell of the fresh basil I'm cooking with, and I'll want to vomit and there will be days when I want to box his face.
He'll be annoyed that I have "organized clutter," or that I'm a compulsive list-maker and that I throw a five year old fit every time there isn't yogurt in the fridge, or chilled wine to accompany my dinner. There will be times when he's disgusted with how much I care about reality television and there will be times when I express NO sympathy every time he locks himself out of the house- because he's lost his keys for the 20th time. Make that every time.
But really... I just can't wait for the anticipation of him walking in the door after we've been apart all day. I can't wait to sleep better because he's next to me. I can't wait to spend our "down time" together, when we're both just existing- reading, sitting, chatting wrapped up in eachother's energy and worn sweatpants. I can't wait to grocery shop and have laundry mat dates with Scrabble and Americanos, or cook bland pasta recipes for dinner every week until it's flavorful enough.
I can't wait to pick out paint swatches or roam through lofts waiting for that "feeling" that we've picked The Right One. I can't wait to hang up pictures, lift fragile things and tear open boxes, to throw out old memories that no longer serve us and create new ones together. Old mattresses? To the dumpster they go.
I can't wait to create a home with the person I love the most, because FINALLY I'll have the first home that feels like my own since childhood.
My morning coffee will finally be strong enough- he always knows how much to brew and we'll undoubtedly always have BACON. Which, let's be frank, bacon is the way to a man's soul and is the way to my libido. So, double score for us both. On that note- the sex. more. sex. loud, shameless- no-worries-of-roommates-intruding, sex.
I didn't think I would be here a year ago. I didn't think I would have been here in two years even. Isn't that funny?
Life throws you plans better than you imagined for yourself when you aren't expecting it. I'd also like to make a side note to "life" that I'd appreciate them keeping a baby out of the "plan" for at least 7 more years. And while I'm at it, "life" can you avoid throwing me weight gain, stretch marks, inconvenient zits, traffic jams, explosions, midget nightmares and unexpected bills as well? Thanks you're a doll.
I can't wait because sometimes I love him so much that my heart is ready to combust- and if my heart is going to combust I better have someone who wants to take care of me nearby.
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT COHABITATION? HAVE YOU DONE IT? DO YOU AGREE/DISAGREE?