i'm moving in with my girlfriend, as some of you may know, and the truck comes to my house thursday. a lot of my "good stuff" is at her place already - my books, records, nick-nacks, shoes, etc. - and i'm wading through the junk i could take or leave, desparately hoping my landlord will see fit to refund my entire deposit despite the fact the cat-piss stink will forever haunt the place.
i'm happy to be moving in with her. the idea first came up after we attended the christmas party for her job. in january. so, i'm used to the IDEA of living with her, but it used to seem so far away. we'll wait & see, i said, and we're here now, it's summer, and we're sharing an address.
i'm not going to lie to you, i'm nervous about this whole thing. so much could go wrong - and with an year lease inked - a few unhappy accidents could equal a hellish living arrangement in two shakes of a mongoose's tail. i don't want it to get like that.
we'll see, maybe i'll write more later.......
i'm happy to be moving in with her. the idea first came up after we attended the christmas party for her job. in january. so, i'm used to the IDEA of living with her, but it used to seem so far away. we'll wait & see, i said, and we're here now, it's summer, and we're sharing an address.
i'm not going to lie to you, i'm nervous about this whole thing. so much could go wrong - and with an year lease inked - a few unhappy accidents could equal a hellish living arrangement in two shakes of a mongoose's tail. i don't want it to get like that.
we'll see, maybe i'll write more later.......
wow, interesting i should read your journal today. moving in with people. scan one of my recent journals about my situation.
you know there's always psychiatry. my roommate torments me to the extent that i'm now on Zoloft from anxiety. she leaves soon.
it's all the same with a lover, anyone. it all changes once you live with people. sorry to be an asshole but i'm just saying, my God, studio apts for one are just priceless.
but considering i moved in with Satan's spawn coming out of living with that boyfriend you met, i don't know what's been more terrifying.
where's my Zoloft?