A few weeks ago, D asked me to move in with him. I excitedly said yes, and life has been a whirlwind ever since. With applying to a place to live, scoping out furniture, and going to Kauai all happening practically simultaneously, I've felt just a bit frazzled.
I'm going from sharing a three-bedroom, one-bath with two other girls to sharing a four(ish)-story, two-bath house with my love. I'm pretty pumped. The downside is that the kitchen is much smaller than my current one, but now that it's basically all mine, I'm willing to make some concessions.
The house is located in a very centralized area of the city, meaning my commute will be just about the same, while D's will be even shorter and he could, conceivably, even walk to work. We're close to myriad fantastic restaurants, coffee shops, my favorite vegan + gluten-free pizza joint in all of Portland, and Queen Bee purses. We're in biking distance to Whole Foods, a library branch, and a hospital. Plus, the river is now merely blocks from where we're to live.
The best part of all this is that I get to live with D. He makes me laugh, supports me and encourages me in every part of my life, and looks pretty good in a pair of jeans. I already feel completely at home with him, and it makes perfect sense to combine our two homes into one.