More negotiations last night, twas good stuff. This boy is really rocking my world. How come every time we have an issue it is resolved to a level that is rather satisfactory to me within about twenty minutes? He is so nice. Ok, I’m all schmoopy this morning. I did something crazy last night. Really crazy.
I gave notice. He asked me to move with him and I’m going to do it. I told him it is waiting another two months. I never thought anything could feel this good. I’m not willing to tell ya’ll just how crazy I am. I’m not willing to admit just how much we have talked about, just how far into the future we are planning… but… yeah. It’s good stuff. For the record: I’m not willing to rush into anything past the basic living together bit. Yeah. Everything else has uhm waiting periods. Ah shit. I thought living together had a waiting period too and I am totally skipping it.
*shake head* I’m crazy. But I’m really happy. Ok. Let’s hope we get through the next 11 days with no more bumps. Cause then I have to miss him for a while and that’s gonna suck.
yay!
schmoopy, schmoopy, bo-boopy, banana fanna, bo-boopy, me mi mo moopy
Schmoopy!
You are cute.
um, so, okay, earlier this week, didn’t we talk about a minimum time of dating before living together? I know mine is 1 year, I don’t recall what yours is.
And I think you also mentioned accelerating your pace with some other stuff WRT relationship stuff.
As long as you are happy, yay! I admit my own trepidations, but it is just cause I am a reluctant sort of gal, and in no way a reflection on your or your relationship.
Timeline *mumble* *mumble* year *mumble* *mumble*
Stephen and I dated for 11 months; Tom was right around 11 months too… hm. This time it’ll be four. Which is insane on so many levels.
Basically it is going something like: we spend every night together and neither of really likes ‘camping out’ without our stuff around us. And everything is lining up sooooo well. Our conversations about the future go something like, “I want to live with you.” “I want to live with you.” “I want x.” “I want x, but I want it about two years from now.” “That is about the timeline I was thinking of as well for a, b, and c reasons.” “I want y.” “I want y. I want y in about three years from now.” “I think it wouldn’t be possible to do y before then for reasons d, e, and f.” “I want z.” “I want to start planning and actively preparing for z in three years and that means that z will probably actually happen in four years.” “Sounds just about perfect.”
Ok. Insanity reigns.
we spend every night together and neither of really likes ‘camping out’ without our stuff around us
That’s pretty much how this happened. I held out for ten months, but after that long I couldn’t keep coming up with good reasons to wait.
I think there are all sorts of things that one can talk about and plan. It helps to know that your vision, goals, and long-term plans are in alignment. Just make sure you discuss parenting styles before baby names.
If I wanted a child, I could handle him being named Justin or Sasha, but not circumcision and CIO.
and if it makes you feel any better, I’ve talked about some things that are 5-10 years down the road with partner(s).
oh yeah…meant to say that perhaps you ought to just begin anticipating that the pace will be N times faster than you are accustomed to, and adjust your other expectations and timelines accordingly.
*hugs*
Wow!
My heart pretty much leapt into my throat when I read that. But then I realized that it did the same thing when I made that same decision for myself, and that it does it regularly over many things that have turned out to be perfectly all right, and that my heart has pretty much made itself a nice little home in my throat with a teapot, rocking chair, cat, and everything because it’s there so often, and I realized that I could just tell it to nap out there for a while and be happy for you instead.
I get that reaction a lot around schmoopy people. =)
Congratulations.
*hugs* Thank you honey.
I’m really excited for you. I think you have a great deal of experience by which to make this decision, and all in all, while it’s a big decision, it’s certainly not binding or unalterable should you find it isn’t working. Go for it! (….I don’t have to dismantle that bed again, do I?….)
You are saying about what I told Puppy last night. It isn’t as if this is a decision that we can’t deal with if things go bad. It would be difficult, but not much more difficult than breaking up would be anyway.
No, you don’t have to dismantle the bed. 😛 I am working on talking him into moving more in my direction so I will probably be moving five miles or less from where I am now. The statement “I commute 70 miles a day from here. You commute 36 miles a day from here. You want me to move how far north?” are very effective at convincing him that we really need to stay around here. So most of my moving will probably be done in my car. My bed is going to my mom, so my Aunt and Uncle will probably come and get it. I will take this godawful frame down to the beach burn and burn the motherfucker as a sign of my winning over the tyranny of shitty construction. 😀
Puppy has been nervous about “how much stuff I have.” He doesn’t seem to understand that if I get rid of the bed, I have basically no furniture. I have some shelves. I will probably leave the couch here because there is no point in taking it. So I have a pile of books and clothes. That’s pretty much my stuff. I doubt I will ask anyone for help in moving me.
Hell….you should leave the damn thing there. Maybe Sarah wants it back. 🙂
I’m not saying I’m not willing to help….I’m very willing. And I have the truck. I’m just teasing you about that damn chunk of tree mutilation.
*snuggle*
I know you are willing to help. I doubt I will need it though….
And I probably won’t be asking cause I will be doing it pretty slowly. Afterall, I still half of my bedroom in boxes. heh. 🙂 It took three truck loads to move me here (including my bed) and that means it takes about seven loads in my car. If I am moving less than five miles away… is no biggie. 🙂
“need” and “make life easier” are two different things. Sure, you can do things by yourself, and we know you can, but it doesn’t mean you have to. 🙂
*bouncebouncebounce*HUG*bouncebouncebounce*