Moving on

My boyfriend and I have been long distance for all three years we’ve been together. Every weekend, we alternate who makes the hour long drive to the other. Last year we went on vacation together, just the two of us, for the first time. Our first year together was easy. Our second year together was hard. Our third year together will bring major change. At the end of this year, we will be living in our own apartment.

We will be together everyday. We will spend the holidays together under a shared roof. We will say good morning and good night IRL. I’ll pack his lunch the night before and he’ll pick up take out on late nights. We will have TV shows we watch together religiously. We’ll go out on weekdays. We’ll go for walks around the neighborhood & sit on the patio watching traffic go by. We will move out of our parent’s houses. We will be true adults.

We won’t walk on eggshells anymore. We won’t intentionally work against each other. We won’t always get along, but we’ll never go to bed angry. We won’t have to leave Gary alone every other weekend. We won’t have to cart our lives back and forth. I won’t keep a drawer for him in my dad’s house anymore. He won’t have to wait for his sister to go to her dad’s for us to get alone time. We won’t be stopped this time.

I’ll take care of him. He’ll take care of me. We’ll have each other. Everyday. For the first time. Ever.

I’m so anxious & so excited.