I'm moving in with my boyfriend.
He has a beautiful apartment on the river and bike path, and he has 2 extra bedrooms... so, I'll have a practice room and a place to put my clothes, not to mention a second cat. Her name is Lyra.
Jazz, meet Lyra. Lyra, meet... Princess Jasmine. (We'll see how that goes.)
I'm excited. I'm nervous. I wake up in the middle of the night with my heart pounding and I feel like my subconscious is all-too-eagerly quoting Sex in the City.
Friends tell me I shouldn't worry -- that if I'm happy spending time with this man (I am!), and it makes sense to move in (it does -- the apartment locale cuts my commute substantially), then I should just give it a try. What's the worst that happens, anyway?
Here it is: it doesn't work, we break up, I move out.
So what? Certainly that's nothing new in the revolving doors of relationships.
When I last lived with a guy, I was 22 (too young to know my head from my that of my standard poodle), and the relationship was already falling apart. This is different. I'm 30 in T-2.5 weeks and this guy is good for me, for the most part.
There are the normal fears: aesthetics, communication, a general understanding of each other's time...
I think a lot of that will be alleviated simply because the place is huge and we'll have enough space to disappear if need be. Oh, and did I mention it's in the middle of a National Park? The biking, running, and hiking possibilities are thrilling, at the very least.
And so yes, I won't be in the Philly anymore. That's a little bit of a bummer, I admit. But, I'm hoping to find a room in town where I can stay when I have work in the city. Or, if I just want to meet some friends for a drink and not worry about getting back out to Valley Forge. Or, if we both want to spend a weekend in the city. I've been searching and searching for a place that fits my budget, is in a good location, and doesn't inspire bile in the mouth.
There is more to this, but I'm heading out to meet some friends for dinner. To be continued...
2 comments:
Congrats on the big move Susanna.
I've always been an advocate of regretting actions you've taken rather than actions you'd wish you'd taken. Nothing stings more than sitting back and thinking "what if"?
Hope it works out for you.
Ne pas le rêve, que ce soit.
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