To a deluxe house down the street.
Yep, that's right folks, you heard it here first. I'm moving into Mike's house. Me, Mikey and Sunny - all one happy family.
I have to admit it though, at first I was less than excited about it. I still have my apprehensions, don't get me wrong. I'm leaving my little piece of SoFla and renting it out, to have who knows what done to it, and moving in with my boyfriend of 3 years. I guess in the grand scheme of things I at least didn't jump into the situation. I waited and thought it through and (hopefully) have made a logical/correct decision of it.
I guess you'll never know until you try. I know myself. I know that I have the biggest fear of commitment a girl can have. But I do truly love Micheal; he makes me happy, I love our dog, I love being with them both and I want to have someone to come home to at the end of the day. I guess I'm ready for the next honest step. Not just "playing house" really, truly giving myself to someone.
Yikes! Did I just say that. I'm making a commitment to someone. Our things will now mingle with one another. Our DVDs will co-habitat, our laundry will be done together (speaking of that, we need a bigger hamper); our worlds will collide.
And you know what...I think I'm ready for that.
