Moves

Geoff and I are going to sign the paperwork on our condo today. Seven months of living apart I have to say that is longest we have ever had our own roofs. We live together -we don't. Let's see we started out living at our respective parents homes, then I moved into that garage senior year, then we moved in with his parents, then I moved back home, then I moved in with his grandma up the street from his parents in Phelan, then I moved back in with him and his parents, then I moved back home, then we moved to LA and each lived with respective roomates, then we moved back in together,I moved back in with my parents and he lived in his Cadillac for three months, then he moved in with his mom, then we moved to Arizona, then he moved back to California for three months and lived with Mike and Jen, then he moved back to Arizona with me, then I moved to California...for like a week, then I told him I wanted him to move out and he moved in with Jack and Marie, then we moved back in together, then I got my own place and he got his own place...Seven months it's been...Now we are moving back in together. I laugh while I write this...we just cannot be apart. I have to say our relationship has been colored with well...moves. The one thing that has been constant despite all this moving is US. No matter where we go, or where we live we have each other. I am sure people that know us think that we are nuts, it just happens that way that has been our life with each other. I wouldn't have it any other way. We have managed to stay together but still give each other the space that we needed to grow as separate people. Not many people can do this. I am excited about moving back in together, but really it is just another page in our book. I do my thing, he does his thing, and we do our thing together. It is just as simple as that.