Moving Out/In And My Self-Diagnosed Peter Pan Syndrome
Big news: Eric and I have been discussing the idea of moving in together.
It started off as lightly joking, and progressed into a serious idea. My cousin is moving out of a house, that my dad owns, within the next couple of months. It's going to take some time to fix up, but Eric and I have talked about being the ones to fix it up for ourselves.
This is a big, scary step for me. I'm still living at home with my dad; I've never moved out on my own before. The idea of moving to a place with Eric is great, but I want to be ready. It's a big step for relationships, a step I've never really taken. Granted 2 years ago Sam moved in with me, but that was always suppose to be temporary, and when we finally broke up I kicked him to the curb. This would be much more official. I have no doubt in my relationship with Eric. I practically live with him as it is, although because it's his apartment I take a step back from any kind of serious organizing, altering, buying, etc. I give my opinion when asked, but generally leave all the big details to him because it's "his" place. This would be both of our place, so the situation would be more involved.
Considering we're still pretty fresh, and things between us evolved so quickly, I don't want to jump into living together too quickly. Like I said, I have no doubts about our relationship. In fact, this has been the easiest and happiest relationship I've ever been in (8 months in and we've never argued!). I just want to feel more confident about our financial situations. As well, I want to be absolutely confident that I'm ready to take this step. Right now, I'm still a bit scared. Sometimes, and this is incredibly cheesy, but this relationship feel too good to be true in comparison with my exes. So the idea of something going wrong is really heartbreaking for me. I still feel vulnerable, and I don't like feeling that way. I've expressed this to Eric, he understands and he's in no way pressuring me.
This idea is only about a week old, but it's been dominating my thoughts in that week. We've been talking about it quite a bit. I'm confident that it's going to happen, but probably not until sometime later next year. We haven't put up any time frames, but I'm sure it will take awhile to fix up the house.
Here's a picture of the house (it's the pepto pink one):
There's a lot that needs to be done, just by judging the outside. Starting with the color. I'm not living in a pink house. I haven't been inside the house for about 10 years, but apparently my cousin owned 7 dogs...
So there it is.