Oct 18, 2008 17:12
I moved my stuff into the house weeks ago. and I moved myself to Ryans while we waited for the house in pontiac to be avalible to live in.
And for three weeks I stayed at Ryans. Every Day. Every Night.
And it was good. Sooooo Good.
And then the call finally came. We could move into the house. I could get all my stuff out of boxes. I could set up my bed. I would have roomies. I was excited. And not.
I looked across the room after I hung up the phone. And my heart sank a little bit.
I was moving into my house, which meant in turn, I was moving away from Ryan.
I felt like it was a punishment.
I spent my first night in the house without Ryan.
But then he spent the next few nights with me.
And he stayed on saturday and helped the girls while I was at work.
We had two nights away from eachother during the week... but then I stayed with him, and tonight he comes back to my place.
All in all... I'm happy with the move. Ryan and the girls have made it easy.
LOVES