two weeks ago i made one of the largest decisions of my life, i moved in with my boyfriend. now while this may seem like a semi-big deal to most, to me it was rather large. let me explain a little better.
i am a pretty independent girl, college graduate, with a great job, out to have a good time, and a level head on my shoulders. i was never the drop dead gorgeous girl that guys would buy drinks for or stop in their tracks to talk too. i am however the nice, pretty girl with beautiful friends. i often was stuck with the friends of those guys i just described, who did those things for my friends. all those things changed the night i met my, now, amazing boyfriend richard. we met in a bar through mutual friends where we had great conversations and he even let me teach him how to line dance, well sort of. he asked for my phone number and said he wanted to take me out on a date next saturday. while yes he waited the dreaded three days, i still agreed. the short version of the story is, i got sick (literally) had to call the date off, and then cancelled any future plans he tried to make. leading me to tell this great guy i was not interested, even though i really knew nothing about him. he however, did not except my excuses and became the first, and only guy to ever fight for me. fifteen months later we are still together and stronger than we ever have been :).
i grew up in a fairly conservative, mom dad still married, i am the oldest sister household. i have one younger brother and we had no pets. we are a very tight knit family, the four of us are the only ones we had in las vegas where we were living. while my family is pretty supportive in the things i do-tattoos and piercings, not so much hehe-i knew the moving in idea was not going to go over well.
i kept things very quiet until things actually happened. for awhile it was great to keep the secret just between us and have this thing we had done together and were so proud of. then reality set in and i knew that i had to tell my parents. now, i do have to say that being completely upfront honest with them was the best policy, as cliche as that sounds. i got to the point where i set reasonable expectations for what i actually wanted from them. i knew they would not jump up and down for joy, i just wanted them to eventually be ok with this idea. i decided, much to richards relief, that this was best done on my own. when i told mom, she actually said she already knew, it was just a matter of time. then inevitable questions started, thank goodness i had so much time to think, i actually had the answers. dad did not react quite as well as mom. he did react thou, exactly like i expected him too. "on the one hand, i am very excited for you, because you sound extremely happy and ready to make this move. on the other hand, i am still your dad. and as progressive as i am trying to be...you are still my daughter, living with a boy, before you are married." the rest of my very large extended family as been pretty supportive as well. i mean hell, my aunt sent us a housewarming box full of kitchen towels:)
so with this beginning, i bring my journey of a 25 year-old girl in 2010 just starting out her newest adventure of living with her boyfriend:)