Saturday, October 29, 2005

Let's Sin Together

This is exciting, Caca and I have decided to live together.

Some may say this is moving fast. And
normally I'd agree. If you had asked me four months ago I would have agreed. We
almost did this back then, but after deliberating, we decided
there wasn't any rush. Meanwhile, she skillfully found a roommate. An
she did good; she found Steve, a relaxed, considerate, worldly,
stable guy, needing a place for 3-6 months. And as planned, he was
ready for his own place after four months. She passed on the news to
me. She told me in the most neutral way she could, even though I know
she really wanted me to move in. And the instant she asked, I felt
that the time was right. (Little was I prepared for the second
guessing and self-doubt that was to follow, but that is in another
posting.)

Lastly, and this is important, I'm moving in with Caca. Versus visa-versa. I've lived with a few girlfriends, but this is the first time that I've moved in to her house. It feels different. More significant. This is more than just deeper commitment, I'm packed and going somewhere. Exposed. Vulnerable. It's very different from having someone move in. That's an invasion, albiet a welcomed invasion, but it's easier somehow. Like inviting an 8.0 earthquake to dinner. You know it will shake things up, it might even level your entire house, but after the dust settles you'll still be home - and there's a heap of comfort in that.

All that said, I'm aware of the changes at hand, I belive in the girl I'm moving in with, and I'm excited for this move.

Q: Here's a question for any of you? Moving is said to be one of the top most stressful things we experience in our lives. Second only to death. So where does moving in with your lover count?