funk in deep freeze

I’ve been way too busy to write anything except for work and Yelp reviews for movers and contractors. But I’ve had a couple moments in these first few days of the move to write down a couple quick mental status updates. Here they are…

Hi. We live together now. In this house. Together. This is my home. This is my life. #pinchmeimdreaming

Day 1 of officially living in Mike’s house: I still don’t think the reality has quiiiiite set in yet. Even though, this morning I was officially waking up “at home,” my first thought was “okay, what do I need? Do I need to walk back home at any point today? Or can I stay here?” Old habits…

I still can’t believe that I have no other place to worry about, or consider. My brain and life is no longer split into two. My cat, my man, myself and all my belongings are all in the same place. It feels amazing.

Empty apartment living room and dining room.

Day 2 of officially living in Mike’s house: I still had to go back to the apartment to take my eat a “goodbye” breakfast with my parents, and then take them to the airport, and then cancel my cable, and then my internet, and then grab the few living plants that remain on my balcony.

And then that was it. I left.

And I don’t think I have any reason to go back (except for when my parents come back from Maui).

Day 3 of officially living in Mike’s house: This was the first morning where I didn’t wake up and think “okay, what do I need? Do I need to go back to my place at any point?” I guess Mike’s place already feels like my home base. I didn’t expect that to happen so fast.

Although, as you can see, it still hasn’t switched from “Mike’s house” in my brain to “my house.” But the more I unpack boxes and create my own spaces, the more I’ll go from Mike to mine…