GPOM leaves on the 30th of this month, and will probably arrive directly after the 4th of July. His van is booked, and the next plan is to get his cat to me as quickly as possible. They're travelling separately, you see. I am very excited to have him here, and I want his trip to be as easy and safe and beautiful and interesting in possible.
So, shall I be honest?
I haven't lived with someone since 2004, and before that, I lived with Momma in a huge house, and before that, my college roommate who lived more with her boyfriends than me. I have no idea how to do this, and I'm nervous and scared and afraid that my lifestyle, completely unobserved, is going to change in a way that I can't even fathom.
And I've been fathoming.
I want him here, I want him gone, I wonder how long it'll be before we resent each other and hopefully learn how to get over it.
It's getting real, people. I'm getting equally scared and excited. I hope you'll indulge me as I tell you all about it.
On the plus side - more "adult" interactions! I would apologize for my PG-13(?) comment, but c'mon.
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