Only five more sleeps until M and I go from living two hours apart and only seeing each other on weekends to co-habitating.  Yay and gulp!  

 

I'm excited as all heck but also a little bit afraid.  This is obviously going to be a very big change for us.  M has never lived with a significant other before, and even though I have, I obviously was not very good at it.  Here's hoping the third time is a charm!  All joking aside though, I think I have learned quite a bit from my failed relationships.  I think I am a much different person than I was three or four years ago, hopefully for the better.  I always joke that I am a much kinder, gentler Angela than the gal I was in my twenties, but it's more than just a joke; there is considerable truth to that statement. 

 

So, this time next week M and I will be living together.  Let's hope that after three or four months of dealing with my sarcasm on a daily basis he won't have buried me in the back yard!