move in with him

were getting our first flat together on his 17th birthday. i love him so much n he means everything to me. been with him 2 years now n it feels so right. cant wait :)x

:)

I’m happy that we’re taking this step. We’ve both talked about it a lot and it really does feel right.

... and we’re one signature away from it, so it’s not 100% official yet (only 99,999), but we’re moving to France. French Riviera.

When the panic subsides I can start being freakishly happy, I guess :)

Ok, we’re down to three two options.
UK (as in GLA) or France or Switzerland.

They’re not really “options” as fate and circumstances will pick one of them, but anyway… let’s roll.

Update: no more Switzerland as an option. If there are Swiss reading, please, take no offense, but… yay!

Before Christmas. Definitely.

Where?
I guess we’ll point our finger randomly on a map.

(OK, not really, but yet…) :)

at his place, I mean.
Just visiting, though, I haven’t moved in. Yet.
And I don’t think it will happen in the next months.
‘Cause he could decide to move in with me.
Our strenght (being willing to live anywhere, as long as we’re together) is also our curse, because it means a total lack of plans. And then daily life kicks in, and work becomes more demanding, and here-and-now has to be more important than tomorrow.
I’m not whining about this stall, though. It’s like there are some hanging things I have to resolve before I decide to make the leap (whatever country it takes me to). I’m sure it’s not complacency.

Destiny wants me to play chess with it.
OK, dude, I’m ready.
I made my move.

(har har har)