
I remember my brain was swarming with different
emotions. I can't quote myself exactly but my thoughts went a little like
this...
"OMG, OMG, OMG, I'm so excited."
"Naked parties, 24/7. Oh yeaaa" (Sorry Mom &
Dad, earmuffs).
"I'm actually moving in with a guy."
"Meg, what the eff you've only known this guy for 5
months."
"He's the one though, so it's okay."
"My mom told me to test it out before committing, she's
smart."
"This is a day I don't want to forget."
"This could make or break us."
"I'm going to do a happy dance right now."
"God I can't even focus at work on my last day because guess
what bitches I'm moving in with a guy."
"If it doesn't work out, I'll pack up the little belongings I
have and move back home, not a big deal."
"The nerves are getting the best of me right now."
"He's going to know that girls actually fart."
“I’m super happy right now.”
“This just feels right.”
So anyways you get the point, I was excited, nervous, happy
and everything in between.
The 13th was officially my last day at work so on Friday
I had all day to prepare for the day. I
was used to cooking for myself but I was not used to cooking for the guy that
has the world’s plainest taste buds. I’m
a portabella spinach and pine nut pizza gal and he’s a meet and potato kind of
guy. Needless to say I was a little
nervous about making him our first dinner in our home. I ended up going
with chicken, green beans, baked potatoes and baguette bread. Oh ya and I can’t forget the wine! You can’t go wrong with chicken right? These were all of his favorite things.
When he got home from work he came in with flowers on. We were both just so excited to be sharing
our first meal together in the house that we were now sharing. I'm not sure why but we exchanged gifts at my apartment at a later time. Not a friggin clue why but I got him new cologne so he would remember me every time he put it on, I know ewww. I received a picture of the human body with an arrow pointing to the heart saying "You are here." And it's honestly one of my favorite gifts ever.
The first few months I would call an adjustment period. We both have never lived with the opposite
sex and it does have its challenges sometime.
He was used to having his own space and then I barged moved in with all
my girly stuff. But we really do live
well together.
He’s clean and I’m
My favorite part about living together is coming home to not only
my boyfriend but my best friend. He’s
there when I have a crappy day, when I’m sad because I miss my family and
friends, when I need life advice or guidance, when I try to make some crazy out of his
comfort food and eats it anyways, or when I just need a snuggle day. I don’t know how he does it but he always
manages to put a smile on my face every day.
And I hope I do the same for him.
We’re building a pretty great relationship and home together. We just work. There's no other way to put it. Living together has had so many memorable moments;
actually some of my favorite memories have happened right at home. From throwing our first annual Friendsgiving
to blasting the music and dancing around the house like mad people to not
leaving the house (except for work) to watch the entire Sopranos for three
straight weeks to watching our dogs and laughing because they are beyond funny
to redecorating and picking out items to make it ours. I could go on but I’ll stop. Here’s to building many more memories in our
home together.
I guess I can’t forget to mention the V word. I love Valentine ’s Day because I love the
man that I am with. I don’t need
chocolates or presents to know that he loves me. So you know what we are going to do tonight? I’m going to cook chicken, green beans, and
baked potatoes, crack open a bottle of bubbly and stay at home with my man. I want to just enjoying being together and
watch House of Cards because the new season came out on Netflix, FINALLYYYYY. We may even get crazy and take the dogs for a
walk.
