One year ago today I arrived back home in San Diego and kissed this man for the first time.  A lot has happened in a year and it went by so fast.  But day after tomorrow we’re moving in together. I’m excited and nervous and happy. I haven’t lived with anyone in a long, long time.  When I was younger, I would move in with signficant others out of insecurity, out of need or blind youthful love and stupidity.

But I’m almost 31 one now and I haven’t lived with someone I love in 5 years and it was a conscious decision. I used that time to find out who I was and to develop my independence.  And now, I’m ready to share that with someone else.

Happy ‘anniversary’, babe. I love you.

Don’t leave the seat up.