The day had finally come for our time in different zip codes to end. We talked about moving in together about a year and a half into our relationship, but we’d already renewed our respective leases. The remainder of our sentence – separated by that hour stretch of interstate – was less than a year, but progressed slowly all the same. Our relationship was pretty easy-going, so when we were together on weekends, our roommates and the antics of their relationships were the main focus. His roommates did nothing but suffocate any available space on the couches, argue, and add to the stench of the cat-littered apartment, while two, of my three, roommates lived out a screwy relationship that’s usually only seen on seasons of MTV’s The Real World.
Excitement, wonder, and fear were the three feelings that resonated most with me during our move-in day. I was excited to escape life with roommates, and to begin a new chapter with S. I wondered where we would be in a year or two, and how we would be getting along. I feared thoughts of unknown hurdles we would have to clear; not wanting to lose him – lose us – for any reason. I guess that’s normal though… the fear. There are so many young couples these days that commence living together at the very start of their relationships; this hasn’t worked for anyone I know. Moving in together is not marriage by any means, but it’s an act I respected.
Each trip between the moving truck and S’s apartment was filled with adrenaline and anticipation. I’d left my Bloomington address a week prior to start a job I’d accepted up in Indianapolis, and was looking forward to escaping the stink of cat and the unorganized mess that were his roommates. We managed to get everything loaded on the truck in a timely manner, unloaded at our new apartments, and ended the day with pizza and beer. Full from the conclusion of our day, we were finally home. There would be no more hour drives, weekend visits, or roommate drama. We were officially beginning a new, grown up, phase of our relationship and the skies were clear. As I look around our new apartment, those feelings of excitement, wonder, and fear lingered. I was thankful, though; thankful for our new couches, thankful for all our belongings being under the same roof, thankful for the bottles of champagne, and above all… thankful for him.