January 12, 2011

• Talking it Out

  "I wish you could live here."
  "What do you mean? I AM lying here."
  "No, not lie. Live."

  Tonight we talked about moving in together. Nothing new or exciting, as we've talked about this for years. And I basically lived with him for a short but very sweet four months in LA this past year. Now every day, week, and month brings us closer to this once distant dream. Hard to believe what we've been through and where we are today, not just as a couple but as individuals. Both of us have full time jobs now. Any day now, I'll have enough income and enough courage to face my parents.

  We looked at listings and locations, talked about what we would want. A house so he can practice his instruments without disturbing neighbors. An extra room for my office. Would you mind having hardwood floors? We could cover them with carpet. What do you think of that location? Is that too far out in the boonies for you?

  And that's not all. We talked about how to get there, what to strive for. My goal is to make double the amount I'm making right now for at least three months. He explained how it could be either earned or projected income, but the average over three months would have to reach that amount.

  Who knows how long it will take before I make that much. But it was certainly nice to have something to motivate me in the meantime.

  
  I'm telling you, it was hard to find a good recent photo. So I found an old one. July 2007.

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