One of our alarms’ starting ringing around 5:45 this morning. Normally, I’d roll over, go back to sleep and let the alarm snooze for another hour. This morning, however, was the start of a new schedule. A new way of life, so to speak, and we were both OK with it. He nudged me to get out of bed around 6 and directed me toward the shower. We had to leave the house in 30 minutes.
Did I get a new job that has a different commute? No.
Did we move to a different city? No.
I met with my new communications director last week. He asked me how I felt about coming in earlier in the morning to do the daily newsletter and therefore leaving earlier in the afternoon. That, my friends, is a dream come true.
Coming in earlier means avoiding traffic (and therefore still being able to get a ride from the Boy as he goes on his way to his job). Coming in earlier means that I will be getting my work done in a quiet office before anyone comes in.
Leaving earlier? That means I have more time for working out, studying, and running errands before starting dinner. It means earlier nights. It means better plans. It means flexibility. It means more time to write.
The new boss also mentioned something about wanting to take me out of an admin role and give me more opportunities to write. Hell yes!
That was an amazing start to my weekend with the Boy as we made our way down to VA Tech for his friend’s wedding.
The campus was beautiful. The ceremony was even more precious. I got to meet a lot of the Boy’s old friends and made some new ones myself. As for our first weekend away, we hit a few rough spots but made it through. Just like we always do.
Sunday night, we got some AMAZING news. My status message prompted a lot of text messages and speculation.
“Are you engaged?”
“Are you pregnant? You’re pregnant aren’t you?”
The Boy even got a text from one of his friends asking if we were engaged.
No and no.
We are not there yet. We, however, are still moving in together. We were approved for the apartment we REALLY wanted and it just made it even more real. In less than 2 months, we will be making a first floor apartment in a row house our home. (Get ready for the housewarming!)
Oh and to those who thought we were engaged…Please. As if a picture of that engagement ring wouldn’t be up on Facebook SECONDS after I said yes. It’s like you don’t even know me.
Do you co-habitate with your SO? How was it in the beginning?
If I told you that you could choose one piece of furniture/decoration in my house, what would you put there?
How was YOUR weekend?