Cohabitation

In four weeks I am moving in with my boyfriend. Even though we've been dating four years and spend a ton of time together, I've heard that living together is totally different. In trying to imagine how it's going to be, I am mostly excited with flashes of stress shooting through me like lightning. I mean, taking this step means wearing pants in my own home. What if he doesn't like that I don't take out the recycling until it has commandeered half my kitchen (which would make him a hypocrite because he does the same thing in his apartment [What if, after three weeks of living together, we never see our kitchen again, because the recycling stages a coup])? Will Friday nights be as special once I see him all the other nights, too? Can I still eat popcorn for dinner? Do I have to share? What about the bathroom situation- god forbid my boyfriend see any of the less-than-glamorous aspects of being a woman. I have taken some precautions, separate bedrooms and bathrooms, but some people think that's unromantic. You know what's definitely not romantic? Seeing Snookums' retainer on the shared bathroom sink. Word.


Anyway, June 10th is the big day and, really, I can't wait. Maybe now we can finally realize our longtime dream of building an intricate, inter-room network of gerbil tunnels.