Reality sets in, and I like it

Yesterday when I got out of work, I drove home and J and I started a moving extravaganza that lasted for the next five hours. Fun! But actually, it was. I drove home and picked him up, and then we went to my sister's house and borrowed my brother-in-law's truck, so that we could haul stuff that wouldn't fit in our cars. We picked up some drywall and took it home and dumped it off in the garage, and we drove to his house and picked up his futon to put in his entertainment room upstairs. It was all basic, boring stuff that you have to do when you're fixing up rooms and moving someone in, but since I was with J, it was fun anyway. He's a fun guy to hang out with.

And something interesting happened for me. He's been moving stuff in one carload at a time for a while now, and I've been at our shared house to see it come in usually. But somehow the reality of it didn't hit me until I was at his house last night, seeing the empty spots where his stuff used to be. And then it hit me - he's really making the commitment of moving out of his house to be with me! That's such a huge thing. And it made me incredibly happy.

I'm so happy to be sharing my (our) house with him. I can't wait to see the upstairs rooms all done and decorated, and I can't wait to see all of his stuff living harmoniously with my stuff. I thought I would live alone forever, and was afraid I might have lived alone so long that I wouldn't be able to live with anyone ever again. I'm so glad I was wrong on both counts.