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| 10:57pm 31/01/2008 |
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It looks as though I'll be relocating in the spring again. I haven't had problems with my current location; my landlord is very prompt and reachable, I feel safe here, and I have just the right amount of space for everything I need. Only now, there will need to be room for two people.
Ryan asked me to move in to a new place with him when our leases expire this year. I had to give it some thought, because it was only recently that we had hit a rocky patch. However, I have decided to demonstrate grace and forgiveness, especially after seeing his transformation after almost losing me. Who hasn't screwed up? As long as the same mistakes aren't constantly repeated, people can change and adapt. He said he's looking at the longer picture, and that he decided a long time ago that I am who he wants to be with. Ryan admitted to me that the idea of it scares him a little, but he's also never been this happy.
He raves about my support for him and how my positive attitude is what has pulled him through his financial hell. Now, he's making money giving lessons on the side, and his father offered to pay off the rest of Ryan's credit card debt so Ryan won't have to pay the interest. He only has to reimburse his dad when he can. That, plus moving in with me to save on rent costs, lifts a tremendous weight off his shoulders. I haven't seen him this cheery in a while.
Last night, he took me out on a date. A date. I forgot what those were like! We went to the Pfister hotel and dined on appetizers, desserts, and wine while listening to live music. Then we adjourned to his apartment and looked at apartments in the area. We'll be going to some open houses this weekend before attending our friend Tim's Super Bowl party. Tomorrow, Ryan is on a bowling team with myself and some co-workers for a work event. He's actually been cutting down on his hectic schedule to spend more time with me.
Almost everything about my current situation makes me happy. I really miss Baby, my cat. I know I haven't lived with her for years, but I still feel an emptiness knowing she'll never be there to greet me when I visit my parents. I'll never get to see her again, pet her again, hold her again. The last time I saw her alive, I knew it was goodbye, but I didn't spend much time with her because I couldn't stand looking at her in such a deteriorated state. As we drove away in my car that day, I told Ryan, "I think that's the last time I'll ever see my kitty, and it makes me sad."
I am also irritated with this damn weather. Wind chill warnings, winter storms, whiteout conditions, ice patches... it sucks! I have to crank my thermostat and layer on the clothes in order to stay warm some nights... unless I can smuggle some body heat from Ryan. He's like a sauna in human form.
I told my mom about the mere, and she gave me her blessing. She told me that she knows I give every major decision I make a lot of thought, and that she's confident that this is a good step for us. Ryan draws sketches of layouts for our future home and e-mails me ideas several times a day. I find myself searching for decorating tips in my spare time at work. I've got the moving-in bug. |
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