For those of you that haven't been following the blog religiously for the last few months, I'll catch you up to speed on the recent developments in my life. Kevin and I met a neighbor named Andrew and we've taken quite a liking to him. At this point, I affectionately call him "a boyfriend". I call Kevin "my boyfriend" and while the difference is mere semantics, it is a world of difference to me. Kevin is my partner and Andrew is a fun distraction. Kevin and I do plan to get married at some point, I just don't like the word fiancé because it invokes questions about some future as-yet-undetermined date for the requisite ceremony.
Over the past few weeks, conversation about moving in together has turned from lighthearted to somewhat serious. We finally had a discussion after celebrating Taco Tuesday on Tuesday evening while devouring a huge Taco Bell taco party pack. This post is in no way sponsored by Taco Bell but if anyone from taco bell is reading, I'm not opposed to it!
Tacos and their crunchy goodness aside, we've really started discussing moving in together. We both know this isn't a forever thing. Andrew doesn't plan to live in this state forever but Kevin and I plan to stay here, at least for a while. Andrew currently plans to move to the east coast in late February for a job opportunity that is expected to develop for him.
Moving in means lots of things, most notable is our personal space and my one on one time with Kevin. We both do enjoy spending time with Andrew, mine in the physical sense and all of us in the friendship sense. The sleeping arrangements would be one bed which I do enjoy for our sleepovers a couple times a week but I wonder if I would grow weary of it. Would the novelty wear off after some time? I am a cuddler for sure and there is no shortage of cuddles with this situation.
We live in a one bedroom and no two bedroom apartments are currently available in our building or the other one nearby. Andrew was able to rent an inexpensive garage in this complex. That means he wouldn't be moving a tremendous amount of his stuff into our place. All of his furniture and most of his boxes would just go into the garage.
Kevin and I are talking about it and we don't need to make a decision for another couple weeks. I know this would be jumping into things if this was planned to be a permanent thing or a poly triad but it isn't that. Kevin and I are making a list of pros and cons to help guide our decision. Make no mistake, this is one of those life decisions that we will be making together.…
