B has a place to live! Super exciting. I saw about 5 places, ranging from "charming" holes in the wall to super-cute-but-expensive fully done apartments. He picked a room in a house about five minutes from here. Totally fine by me! I can't believe it's been almost 3 years since we've been in the same city full time. Visits, yes. Vacations, yes. But really living, day-in and day-out, no.
I'm excited, but I'm also pretty scared. I know we're compatible, and that our lives are compatible, but still there's some great fear that somehow things will just ... *poof.* I am very anti-poof.
Care, my college roommate, says I try to overcompensate when I'm anxious and that I displace my angst. I tell her she should get a hobby. But in this case she's right. I have this weird inner draw to find the perfect place for B to live and, if I can find that 'perfect' place, then everything will be great this summer. I know it's crazy, but it's something I can control. Must relinquish control. Must go back to faith.
Here's the place he decided on. It has azalea bushes, so I know Grandma would be proud. Perfect? We'll see.
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