My man is moving into his own apartment today. Big excitement. Aside from the fact that he's moving into a building that I've dreamed of living in for over a year now (but it was a bit too pricey), it's gonna mean some big changes.
For starters, it means that I will have to learn to share. I'm not good at sharing. I tend to have a hard time understanding why one would ever want to sleep, eat, hang out, etc, anywhere other than my apartment. I love my apartment. But as mentioned, his apartment is fucking rad, and it's closer to campus, so it has some serious points in its favor. But I'm worried that my apartment will get jealous. Splitting time between two places will be weird.
The second big change is that he will probably be getting a dog soon. I've been telling people that "We're having a puppy", but no one seems as amused by that as I am. Really though, I'm quite terrified. It seems like a very big step. A cute, roly-poly, fluffy step, but still. Kind of throws a wrench into my wheeling and dealing lifestyle, you know? Hmmm.
For starters, it means that I will have to learn to share. I'm not good at sharing. I tend to have a hard time understanding why one would ever want to sleep, eat, hang out, etc, anywhere other than my apartment. I love my apartment. But as mentioned, his apartment is fucking rad, and it's closer to campus, so it has some serious points in its favor. But I'm worried that my apartment will get jealous. Splitting time between two places will be weird.
The second big change is that he will probably be getting a dog soon. I've been telling people that "We're having a puppy", but no one seems as amused by that as I am. Really though, I'm quite terrified. It seems like a very big step. A cute, roly-poly, fluffy step, but still. Kind of throws a wrench into my wheeling and dealing lifestyle, you know? Hmmm.