Love and Cardboard Boxes.

If love is in the air throughout Spring, then Fall brings cardboard boxes, elevator reservations, and trying to find somebody with a truck. This move is a bit different than my other five in the past two years, I’m moving in with my ultimate roommate/love of my life I am swimming in garbage bags full of goodwill donations, overcoming logistical nightmares, and coping with that feeling of “holy moly, this came quick!”

I will never forget the first time the possibility of living together was mentioned. My partner-in-crime and I were out for one of our indulgent nights on the town. We had a 9pm dinner reservation at Crop, not because we’re cool, but rather it was the only time available. We first stopped at SOHO, which also happened to be the day it opened, for a few drinks and a cheese platter. After sauntering to Crop, we were still too early and sipped on a few drinks at the bar while chatting with some older, wiser folk from the East Side. By the time we sat down for dinner we were both in a great place and everything on the menu looked sumptuous.

The Seared Tuna is the only dish I actually wanted but I let him order under the guise we would split. Truthfully, I can’t even remember what he got.  My roommate had mentioned wanting to travel for nursing before, but for some reason we were talking about it early that day and I realized she was really going and that as much as I wanted her to stay, it would be so exciting for her to go. More than six months or so away, I was already lamenting going back into the roommate market. I couldn’t imagine myself living in a studio away from the Lake alone, but certainly couldn’t rationalize paying for a single in my current complex.

“Why don’t you just move in with me?” he said. Queue me simultaneously choking on my bite and almost falling out of my chair. Getting it together, in only a way that girls can do when they think they’re totally pulling it off but probably not, I coolly answered, “yeah, that would make sense.” If there was a scrolling billboard to my thoughts it would have read: “WOOOOOOOOOOO, THE GUY THAT MAKES ME THE HAPPIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD WANTS ME TO LIVE WITH HIM, WOOOOOOO”

A few stories later (more to come, I promise!) I am all packed up and will be all moved in this Friday. I’m excited to cohabitate with the person I have the most fun with, nervous about how my life will fit in his place, and relieved to finally be in one location.

Also, I’d like to note, it’s not just me! My good friend Julie is making the leap and wrote about it here!

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