t-minus eight days.
In eight days, I will move my entire world to a new house. A new place I will share with SS. I thought long and hard about what I was doing and what I was about to get into, and ultimately decided it was the best thing for me. I didn’t need to be afraid. I didn’t need to be unsure. I just needed to do it and move on with life.
We jumped into the car one afternoon, and after looking at a number of places, we finally settled on a 2-story, 2 bedroom, 2 bath townhome. And I couldn’t be more excited.
The task of buying living room furniture is a little scary to me. I hate to shop, especially for something that’s going to absorb my entire months salary. Thankfully, SS is ready to tackle it. What would I do without him?