Gulp

It seems I am doing it.

Later today Maisie and I (along with my dressing table and chest of drawers and various bits and bobs) will be moving.

This is part one.

Can Ember accept Maisie? It’s a deal breaker.

Can I give up my house? I don’t know. I think so. Yes, it was strange waking up this morning and trying to get my head around the idea that this could very well be the last time I wake up in this house, but I think that when a fair bit of my furniture is there and a fair bit of my artwork is on the walls his place will feel like our place.

Where are we at? Well, bless him, the man had pretty much emptied out the room that had been a study so it could be my room. The only thing left was his large desk that would not fit into the slanted-roof storage room he was going to try to use as a workspace. When it got to that point and he asked me to help him post the desk on Facebook, I couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t bear the idea of him constantly banging his head on the ceiling of the storage room.

“Wait,” I said. We had talked a while ago about the possibility of dividing the garage in two to have an actual room at the window end. That was supposed to be down the line sometime. I told him it needed to be shifted up the line. A handyman was summoned.

Not only is there a future man cave now…

… which we have started painting…

… but Maisie now has a ladder to get from the newly installed bedroom cat flap to the garden.

All good stuff.

How am I feeling? A mixture of excitement, contentment and trepidation.

I have lived on my own in my own home (which is exactly the way I want it) for a very long time. Can I do it? Can I actually live with someone? Well, I sure as hell hope so, because I really love this man, who makes me so happy. Yes (she says confidently) it is going to work.

Over to you, Ember.