I'm moving...again...just upstairs...with Dominic.

November 1st, Dominic and I are becoming roomies. This is part of a bigger plan, as we'd like to own a place sooner than later. He has his half of the money, and I (thanks stupid loans!) don't. So, we're moving upstairs, in the building I already live in, but it's bigger and my rent will be $650 instead of $950. And I won't be living in a basement anymore. And maybe my jade plant will come back to life because I'll have sun in my apartment again. And I'll have to part with some things. And I'll have to get stupid cable because Dominic already got it with his new plan. And we'll see if I ever sleep again with all that snoring he does. And I can't wait. And how fun this new adventure will be. And think of all the cooking we can do in our slightly bigger kitchen. And I'll actually miss seeing him in Ballard a little bit. And I really don't want to throw away that huge cash register I was given, because it's awesome and I love it. And I guess this means I'm an adult. And I guess this also means people will start to assume we're going to get married and get a dog and have a stupid baby. And I guess you are all wrong, because neither of us want that right now. And I can't wait. And I hope this means I can have more people over for dinner parties, and movie nights and knitting events.

Yay!