Sunday, August 25, 2013

Apartment in the sky!!


Okay, the headline gives it pretty much away. The time has come my little friends, to talk of grown up things. hahaha.. I'm 28 years old, and never lived alone. Let me rephrase that, I've never lived away from "home". When I moved to Seattle 4 years ago, I moved into my sister's place. So, it wasn't the same. I was still living with family. Well you can imagine the excitement and fear I felt, the day my sister confirmed her move back to Miami. I had a stable job in Seattle, and as much as I would love to be closer to everyone, I knew I couldn't give this up. I had to see it through. I had to "fly". We fired up the laptop, and went straight to craiglist.  

I finally found the right place! I wasn't even scared the first night in my apartment. It all fell into place. I miss my family, but I know this would not have worked out if it wasn't meant to be. Cheers to my new place!

I'm smitten! *cue birds and song*

  

 What can I tell you, chickadees, I'm "singing in the rain" in love. Who would have thought I would ever finally settle down? Some might say they always saw it coming, but in recent times, I was showing no sign of looking for a serious relationship. I had just lost a lot of weight, increased my self-esteem and confidence, and was ready and eager for my new adventures. Boy, did I venture onto a BIG NEW ADVENTURE called love.
  
  Like I've recently mentioned, I joined a couple of dating sites. The last one was Match.com. I can't recall how many potential suitors I interacted with, till I met Eric. They became a blur after I met him. Sheesh! Listen to me! Who IS this woman sounding so sappy and cheesy?!
  
  I'm in my late twenties, and can proudly admit that I've never had a boyfriend, let alone a serious committed one. I guess I'm what you call a "late bloomer." So, you can imagine my hesitation, fear, and confusion with all of this. It took me 3 months of dating before bringing up the "the talk." I felt like it was time. Guess what, he admitted that he was waiting for me to be "ready." 
  
  Three months of being official, and six months of dating, I whispered into his ear, "I think I'm in love with you." He responded with, "I know that I'm in love with you." Ladies and gentlemen, I've been hooked, head over heels happy, and never have looked back, since then. 
   I "stand" before you, and the rest of my readers, with these confessions:
        1. I love to cuddle, and be spooned.
        2. I find myself wishing he had come to work with me.
        3. I feel everything is right, when he holds my hand. 
        4. I make collages of our pictures (No scrap-booking yet. I haven't hit rock bottom)

Okay, I'm done with the sappiness. Now bring on the football season and all its glory!