Three's Company.

Last week as I was lamenting the effort that would need to be put forth to permanently rid my apartment of fleas I whined, "Can't we just move in with you?"

To which he replied, "You know what...yea! Why wait!"

And boom. We are cohabitating.

We've already decided the optimal space for activities.

Okay it didn't happen that quickly. We talked about it over dinner, and then continued the talk over drinks. And then when we got back to my apartment. And then I thought about it for a day and gave him my decision when he was drunk and pretending to be Bane, so naturally he forgot. Until the next morning when he said, "Holy shit, we're going to live together!"

We had previously talked about this, but because of my past experience I was hesitant and had set forth some stupid rules. We were at least going to wait until his lease was up, but April is so far away and this might sound weird but we really like just being around each other, even if we are doing our own thing. Which again, is known as being an adult in an adult relationship.

I do have some anxieties about moving in to his apartment, but he has reassured me that it will become OUR apartment and that I will not have to shove my stuff in boxes in a storage unit to never be seen again, again. And that we can share decorating space. And I think he said I can have the entire closet. Or something like that.

It might seem soon to some, but I realized that we would be wasting time living apart just to wait a certain amount of time that makes cohabitating societally acceptable. I have waited long enough for someone like him to be in my life, and I want to make the best out of every day. I know it will be okay because I can see it in his eyes. He wants me to live with him and I can't wait to start packing.