Now, only partially so. I've ceded half the closet.
His two drawers won't be enough any more . . .
. . . because he's moving in.
25 is a fixture. We all knew it was coming. Now, with talk of coming work contracts being out of state, it pushed our talk up. We probably would have waited until next year if not for my job situation, but I don't think a couple of months early will make a huge difference.
Neither of us liked the idea of Skeeter(dog) and BJ(cat) being left in the hands of a sitter who would come by for a few minutes twice a day. It seemed like a big risk to leave the place mostly void of people for months. Then there's the fact that we're already paying two lots of rent and mostly just living here. If I'm away, then I'm paying the mortgage on a house we're not even in. To that end, this will free up some cash flow for both of us as we trek down the road to being debt free.
We've both been happy leaning towards each other. I wouldn't say I need him. I could, and did, live without him. I would say I want him in my life, it's fuller and happier with him in it. I would rather want him than need him, but I'll admit it's probably a mix.
We had, what we affectionately deemed, The Debt Ceiling Conference last weekend. We brought all our numbers to the table. What we make, what we owe, what goals we have. It went a million times smoother than I thought possible. It's nice in the short and long term to be on the same page. We talked about upcoming trips, bigger goals, etc. It's indicative of the way we approach a lot of things: straight forward, proactive to avoid problems. It doesn't mean there aren't problems, but hopefully they are smaller.
I thought the prospect of him moving in would be much more stressful. Yet so far, it feels easy and natural. He gained is own 40% the closet yesterday and a full half of the bathroom. That's in addition to the 60% of the bed he regularly claims for himself. Such sacrifice!
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Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Friday, September 06, 2013
What a Difference a Day Makes
Life is what happens when you're busy making plans they say.
What if I was making the plans that rushing up to meet me?
My contract is set to end the last week of November. I've know that since May. That's not a shock. I keep track of it so I know when I have to start the job (yes, it's like a second job) of finding a new contract.
I thought the new contract offer would come in October. These things take time to put together don't ya know. 25 and I knew it would mean a talk. We'd had a talk about having a talk. I never say "talk" because that's not how we are. We can converse openly about things in the relationship and don't let it build up in to a "We need to have a talk" moment. Living arrangements, next job, etc would all be up for discussion.
I got my next offer yesterday. The parent company of the current hospital system I work for has other hospital systems around the nation. Specifically, there is one in Omaha, Nebraska. It's in the middle of the country, in the flat, vague states of the midwest. Reminiscent of Missoula and Spokane, not exactly the place I'll want to be in January with the snow and the cold and all.
The details were few but important. Start December second, break for Christmas/New Years, runs through the end of June. That's good news. I already know folks on the team, the pay is good, my contracting company would be the same. I had lots of questions about the minutia of the new contract and then the brakes in my brain sqealed to a halt when I realized the talk had just been rescheduled.
A six and a half month contract away would mean big changes for things with 25. We had been talking about maybe living together when his lease is up in December. That's got to be considered NOW. If I'm away, what is happening with the dog and cat? Who's taking care of the house? How much with custodians for those things cost? What about the mental and emotional strain of being at a distance for so long? And those depend on the minutia of how often do I get to go home and for how long, is the pay enough to stay on, etc.
No wonder I didn't sleep well last night, I can't get my brain to stop long enough.
What if I was making the plans that rushing up to meet me?
My contract is set to end the last week of November. I've know that since May. That's not a shock. I keep track of it so I know when I have to start the job (yes, it's like a second job) of finding a new contract.
I thought the new contract offer would come in October. These things take time to put together don't ya know. 25 and I knew it would mean a talk. We'd had a talk about having a talk. I never say "talk" because that's not how we are. We can converse openly about things in the relationship and don't let it build up in to a "We need to have a talk" moment. Living arrangements, next job, etc would all be up for discussion.
I got my next offer yesterday. The parent company of the current hospital system I work for has other hospital systems around the nation. Specifically, there is one in Omaha, Nebraska. It's in the middle of the country, in the flat, vague states of the midwest. Reminiscent of Missoula and Spokane, not exactly the place I'll want to be in January with the snow and the cold and all.
The details were few but important. Start December second, break for Christmas/New Years, runs through the end of June. That's good news. I already know folks on the team, the pay is good, my contracting company would be the same. I had lots of questions about the minutia of the new contract and then the brakes in my brain sqealed to a halt when I realized the talk had just been rescheduled.
A six and a half month contract away would mean big changes for things with 25. We had been talking about maybe living together when his lease is up in December. That's got to be considered NOW. If I'm away, what is happening with the dog and cat? Who's taking care of the house? How much with custodians for those things cost? What about the mental and emotional strain of being at a distance for so long? And those depend on the minutia of how often do I get to go home and for how long, is the pay enough to stay on, etc.
No wonder I didn't sleep well last night, I can't get my brain to stop long enough.
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