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I am writing these words while in an enviable position. That position is: camped out on our living room floor, with my iPad running season 7 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Crockett’s MacBook Pro on the coffee table at my knees, and two happy puppies in separate happy puppy beds against the wall.

In case you missed it, the most important word in that sentence was ‘our’.

It’s ok, you can go back and read it again if you missed it. Maybe I should have made it bold or something.

I live with Crockett now, you guys. I mean, my stuff is still sort of spread all out in my old house and his garage. And his stuff is still his stuff, and my stuff is still my stuff. I love the man dearly, but that doesn’t mean he gets half custody of my Kitchen Aid. And sure, he gave me my mandoline, but that doesn’t mean he gets to touch it.

I’ve wanted this for something verging on a year. I am not an indecisive person. Sure, sometimes my decisions change - witness the recent job-school-job-school debacle - but I make them in a solid, faith in myself kind of way. I decided, in that something verging on a year timeframe, that I wanted more Crockett in my day. I had my dogs. I had my Grape Nuts. I didn’t have enough Crockett. It took him a little longer, but he’s on board now too. (Either that or this is an incredibly convoluted and mean spirited practical joke. If that’s the case, you at least have to admire the dedication the man brings to the prank.)

I’ve had boyfriends, prior to this one. Once or twice I even got a little cohabitaty. Ok, once I got cohabitaty. In college, with roommates. We broke up when I was 22 and I moved out. I stayed with someone else for awhile once, between apartments, and a boyfriend with a family crisis who was doing a lot of out of state travelling stayed with me when he was around. ‘Staying’, though, is different than living.

I guess that’s obvious, with them being different words and all.

Every conversation Crockett and I had about this whole ‘moving in’ thing prior to the actual event involved me saying, at some point, ‘it’s not that big a deal’. I was ostensibly speaking from a position of ‘hey babe I been there and done that’.

Now that I’m here, I’m going to admit I was totally lying.

Not about the level of the deal - I think it both is and isn’t a big deal. I was totally lying about being all experiency. (Yeah, I’m using ‘y’ today on the end of a lot of words. I’m feeling the need for more verbs than what I have currently available.) I don’t really know what I’m doing here. I have never lived with someone, just the two of us, for real.

I have also never been as much of a fan of anyone as I am of this guy.

Don’t tell him I said that.

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