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.
