Change of Plans

So things have changed, as I'm sure you've guessed, judging by the title of this post.

Boyfriend had a little ... breakdown of sorts yesterday. At this point I'm still not sure what sparked it all, but needless to say, I was freaking out ... as freaking out is what I do best. I cried for a little while before I realized that it was stupid and things would most likely be fine in the morning. I eventually got to sleep, and that was that.

And I was right, today started off in a better mood ... until ...

I found out that Boyfriend decided he has a decision to make, about moving in. The poor man has been so stressed lately (nearly 50 days in a row of work, and counting, will do that to a person), us not getting that place just was the last straw, I guess. Oh right, I didn't blog about not getting the place we thought we had. Yeah, turns out the landlord was a huge BITCH and rented the place out right from under us. Of course, we were all pissed, and it just made Boyfriend think things through again.

Long story short, as of now, Boyfriend's choice is to postpone moving in ... hopefully not inevitably. He is looking at two-bedroom places to keep all possibilities open. I'm going to continue staying with him on weekends and when I can, like we've been doing since March, and with the two bedrooms, Aden and I can go for sleepovers sometimes together! AND with the two bedrooms, it'll keep the possiblity open of moving in in a few months time, if Boyfriend wants that. I'm hoping he will, but I'll try not to push.

Basically, we've decided (or maybe ... he's decided) that we're going to stop rushing. The way he puts it, we've got our whole lives ... why rush it now? I agree. Yes, I'm disappointed that I have to stay in my dad's house for who knows how long, but I wouldn't want him to feel forced into living with me either. It's just better this way.

I'm keeping on my happy face!