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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
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