What a week.
We found our new place and only have to sign the new lease. It makes me happy that we didn't get the first one we looked at, this apartment is significantly better. It was 102 here yesterday, which makes packing sweaty work.
There are boxes everywhere around me. Ones that are full, ones that are empty and ones that need to be put together. I'm packing up everything that I've been in the last few years, and when I unpack it it will all be different.
All my things will be transformed.
The brown cardboard that surrounds my books and picture frames, my cds and desk supplies will carry it all to my new place, much as it has been so many times before. But when it all come out it will be different. My things will mingle with his and there will be "our" things. And there will be home.
We've smiled at each other a lot this week. We've hugged and kissed and made love as much as our bodies will stand. We laugh for no reason at all, and when we talk about our new place there's an excited tone in each of our voices.
The next few weeks are going to change everything. We'll spend all of this week packing and packing. We'll pack his things, and my things, then we'll pack bags. Next week we'll head off to the Midwest and the wedding to tackle his parents and his friends. And when we come home, we'll come home together, to the place where we both live. Or at least we'll come home to our move.
There isn't anyone that I'd rather do this with. This is happy. I think I'll stay.
We found our new place and only have to sign the new lease. It makes me happy that we didn't get the first one we looked at, this apartment is significantly better. It was 102 here yesterday, which makes packing sweaty work.
There are boxes everywhere around me. Ones that are full, ones that are empty and ones that need to be put together. I'm packing up everything that I've been in the last few years, and when I unpack it it will all be different.
All my things will be transformed.
The brown cardboard that surrounds my books and picture frames, my cds and desk supplies will carry it all to my new place, much as it has been so many times before. But when it all come out it will be different. My things will mingle with his and there will be "our" things. And there will be home.
We've smiled at each other a lot this week. We've hugged and kissed and made love as much as our bodies will stand. We laugh for no reason at all, and when we talk about our new place there's an excited tone in each of our voices.
The next few weeks are going to change everything. We'll spend all of this week packing and packing. We'll pack his things, and my things, then we'll pack bags. Next week we'll head off to the Midwest and the wedding to tackle his parents and his friends. And when we come home, we'll come home together, to the place where we both live. Or at least we'll come home to our move.
There isn't anyone that I'd rather do this with. This is happy. I think I'll stay.
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