Moving In Together

You never know when the right time to move in together is. The standard rule is after you get married right? Well, not for most people. Most people rush into it, after a few months or even weeks of dating. In my case, it was four weeks when he asked me and I said yes. We’re going to check out places next week. It makes sense and I want to. I’m ready, I know it.

As I sit here enjoying my quiet time, my mind is racing. Are we ready? It can be argued that we should see if we’re compatible sooner than later. We are deeply in love and yeah, it’s a bit soon, but we can make it work. All relationships take work so what’s wrong with diving in and giving it a good, college try? We are perfect for each other, I can feel it. Shit, I’m pretty nervous. But if I can’t be with him, I can’t be with anyone. Everyone gets nervous making the big move right?

Okay, the cons. There are things about him that irritate me and we’ve had a few tiffs. But the fights are healthy. Mostly, they’re because I’m scared of being hurt and we talk about it. And I’m jealous that he was keeping in touch with one girl until I caught on and told him to stop talking to her. He reassured me that they were just friends but I wasn’t convinced. She kept inviting him for coffee like there was still a chance. Then there’s his recent, serious, long-term ex. That’s a hard one.

This is a good test for me to let go of my fears and trust him. He says he’s totally crazy about me. I have to chill out. I don’t want to mess things up. I have to stop always finding something to pick on. He hasn’t done anything wrong. He has a great track record and has been nothing but amazing. If there is love, there has to be trust. Or should trust come first? All I know is that this is all very scary. I have to accept that there things that I can’t control. I hope he naturally does what I want and it’ll all work out. I know that he knows what I want.

When I sign that lease, there is no back door. It will be final. No more games. No more chasing. We are two adults making a decision to take our relationship to the next level. Until then, I’ll savor my alone time. Reading a good book sprawled on my couch feels great. Soon we’ll be sitting together on our couch. Good. Done.

Author: Sandra Todd, Seattle, WA