Step One

In exactly seven days I will be moving my last box out of my current single girl pad that I've shared with my best friend for the past three years into my boyfriend's apartment.  *gasp*  Sometimes it feels like I've just run through a sprinkler of really cold water.  Yes, I love him and yes, I couldn't be happier to finally be taking this step in our life.  However, I'm 32 and have established a pretty good single girl routine.  I've gotten used to sleeping in the middle of my bed, donned with purple sheets.  No one complains about my terrible (read: lack of) cooking.  The only laundry that piles up fits a girl of about 5'6" and is usually washed on Sundays.  I have a routine, people!  Alas, it's time.  If I ever want the heavily desired finger bling and the wedding of my dreams followed by a blissful marriage and little ginger-topped children, we must at some point cohabit.  

(random side note:  did you know that 'cohabitate' isn't a word?  I should really spend more happy hours with Merriam & Webster rather than Kendall and Jackson)

At any rate, the aforementioned "last box" would imply that I've packed a first box......uhhhh......I hate packing.  Who doesn't?!  In my defense, I've packed two boxes at this point.  I've spent a lot more of my time ordering a new comforter for the bed that will now be considered "ours".  Who knew it would be so hard to find a comforter that I like AND that still retains some of the masculinity that help the man-friend to forget how much of his own independence he will sacrifice come June 1st?  Based on my recent research, men like comforters that resemble ties - navy, striped, or striped navy.  And while we're on the topic of a man's bedding, why don't they use blankets?  Is there an aversion to the layer between the sheet and the comforter?  I may never know....

Back to the packing topic.  I've made an attempt to go through a lot of my clothing and shoes and make a pile to donate.  However, I've found this to be distracting.  I have no problem committing to give clothes away, but while doing so it happens to strike me that I wear sweatpants to bed A LOT.  So, just as you would expect, I abandoned the clothing sort for a quick to Victoria'sSecret.com.  Having The Man know that I wear sweatpants to bed six days a week?  No-go.  New, cute, feminine pajamas?  Yep.  Consider it done.  Oh, and quickly scrap the packaging that reveals new purchases.  Gotta keep up appearances here, folks.  When he finally figures out how much of a control freak I am, at least I'll be doing it in some sexy pj's.  

All kidding aside, next week begins an adventure with the man of my dreams.  I couldn't be happier to start this journey together.  He's a wonderful man with a high tolerance for my bullsh!t.  That alone makes him the most amazing man I've ever met.  Combine that with the many other things that he brings to this relationship and I couldn't be more grateful to have the opportunity to spend my days with him.  I'm a lucky girl....with a large credit card bill to pay....