May seems to always be a month where everyone moves, and a month where I have found myself moving from one home to the next. Back in college, school was out and after the first two years, I always moved back home for the summer. The May of my junior year, I moved in with a co-worker/friend. The following May, I moved in with another friend. The May after that, I finally moved into my own one-bedroom apartment. I managed to live there for 5 years before buying my home, which I moved into in June.
The end of May is here again, and I am finding myself moving to a new home - while I merge my things with my BF's. It's a big step, as I have never lived with a boy before, and with someone else for so long in general. I am excited for the next chapter in my life to start, but also, afraid of losing the awesome independence that I've loved having for the last 8 years of my life. Yes, I've been in relationships during the time, but I've always had a place of my own to go to for my "me" time... and I loved that! Now, I won't really have that option unless he's gone. I feel like Carrie from the one "Sex and the City"episode when her and Aiden move into her place, and she tells him she needs a good hour when she gets home to just be alone and do her own thing cos he'd get home and talk her ear off about his day and she just wanted some peace and quiet. I shouldn't complaint that much, considering I'm done with work at 3:30 and he's not done until 5 - so I will have plenty of "me" time to wind down on my own. It'll definitely be a change though.
My BF and are going to start moving some big things over to his place this weekend, and then slowly move everything else once my cat is in his new home. I am terribly sad to see him go, but know that I need to do this to get to that next chapter. I know he's going to a good home, and can at least check up on him every once in awhile. Parents of a co-worker of mine are taking him, so there will always be contact. He was my first actual pet. I say first actual because I had a betta fish for quite a few years named Oliver, who died in his sleep. I later looked up to see how long betta fishes lasted, and he did last the typical timeframe (2.5 years), so at least I knew I could keep something alive that long! Anyway, I told the BF that once Joe Mauer (my cat) is in his new home, I really don't want to be at my place since I won't have that ball of fur to cuddle with anymore. I also won't have him to greet me at the door, do his stretchy thing on the floor, and then proceed to give me "mama kisses" after I pick him up and carry him around for a bit. Man, I'll miss him!! I did tell the BF that when he dies (the BF), I'll get a new cat and name it after him... so, in about 40 years - I'll have myself a new cat!!
Again, it'll be a change. A nice change though. I am hoping we'll live in his house for a couple years and then we'll find something bigger and better that we can call "ours". Until then, it'll be his house with a majority of my things, ha. Eeek, I'm about to live with a boy!
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