At least I'm not as bad as last week. Last week was all work related. This week it's life in general. Life in general has had its way with me for the past few days. And life in general comes in the form of beloved fiance. We have been together for three years and at times it seems like three years too long. We were raised differently in EVERY way possible, and naturally that makes things really interesting. Or really irritating. Or really awesome. But I digress...
So we've been together this long, been engaged for almost a year, and we want to move in together. Cool, I'm all for that. So how much money should we have saved before we decide to vamos? We've set some goals, and I, being the logical one, would like to have a happy little nest egg saved so that I may also be able to take care of my student loans when they get out of the grace period and have some money to buy some nice things with. Well, apparently my beloved just wants to save "X" amount of money and once we get that then we'll move out the next weekend. HUH?
Ok, so that's peachy and all for someone who flies by the seat of their pants. But for me, said weekend would more than likely fall somewhere into the area of my pinning ceremony, commencement, and graduation party. But he just wants to move out. And because I'm busy in May, that's just an excuse not to move out. Where's the common ground here? I guess I just feel like my priorities are not respected or recognized. Just because I am out of college does not mean I focus on him 24/7. He is a huge part of my life, but I am just getting into the swing of things with my new job and I'm trying to adjust.
Well, what if we moved out here, or on this date, or whatever. Newsflash: We don't even know where we are going to live nor what our dwelling will be. He'd be happy if we found a field of mud and made a house out of mud and slapped a tin roof on it. As long as he's with me. He'd have been happy if we went out last weekend and built an igloo. As long as I'm with him. I'm surprised he didn't go find a cave somewhere, build a fire and then bring home a carcass to show his devotion to me.
I want to move out. I am so ready. At 29 I still live with my parents. My little brother has been out on his own for over 2 years. I love my parents, but my mom has this menopause issue going on that sometimes proves quite entertaining but more often than not proves to be a nightmare. It can be like living with Linda Blair from the Exorcist. Then there's my dad. He walks after work. Then he sits at the computer. Wow. Stimulating. But that could also be a diversion from the Damien-like creature known as mom, who by the way, is convinced that an owl lives in the tree next door and she hears it on a nightly basis. Maybe she's got more than menopause going on...
The long and short of is that I'm ready. But I'm afraid to get my feet wet. What if I make a mistake? What if things get worse between me and my dude? What if, what if, what if...
To Be Continued...