I'm going to let you in on a secret.
I'm hoping that TB and I will move in together this year. I know, it sounds quick doesn't it? The thing is, it's hard being this far apart. Okay, I know it's not really that far but it takes 2 and a half hours to get to each other and when I head to his on Saturday, it will have been two weeks since we've seen each other. That's a long time.
We've both had busy weekends and then this week he's been working late, I've been out and about we've barely had a chance to catch up over the phone. I miss him. We ended up having a really stupid fight on Monday night and we hung up on each other - over nothing. We made up the next morning but we've both noticed there does seem to be a pattern there. After about a week of not seeing each other we both get a bit annoyed (more grumpy on my part) and we ended up bickering a bit. I actually cannot wait to see him. I know that when I leave on Tuesday morning I'll still feel like I've not had enough of him. I don't want to speak to him, I just want to be with him.
While my clients are based within an hour of where I live now, I work from home and only see them face to face once every few weeks. I could still easily do this if I moved to TB's area. He has to be where he is for work. In fact, that's the only place he can be for it - ever, unless he goes abroad (I'd be up for that too!).
Right now, he rents a place with his flatmate. In August, that will have been a year. I'd take a guess that come August they will have to decide if they want to renew or not. That seems like a logical time to think about next steps!
However, in reality, I don't think that will happen. There are too many practical elements that need to be addressed. I own my flat. I'd need to rent it out and that takes time as not only would I have to find people (don't think that would be too hard). I'd need to move all my stuff out and make sure it was in good order (I've got a lot of photos on the walls - hello pollyfilla). Can you tell I've thought about this?!
And then there is my biggest concern, my cat! I was just looking at him last night while he was stretched out on the couch, thinking how much I love him. Right now he's sitting on the window ledge next to me purring away as he peers out the window. We've been together since he was 6 months old and he's almost 9. He's my boy. My big grumpy, fluffy, gorgeous boy. I'd want to take him with me. That takes planning. Careful planning. And if that was a total no go then the back up options (mum and granny) take even more planning!
So the chances are it's not going to happen this year. The thought of doing the journey back and forth for another six months at least does not fill me with joy. Especially as right now I am feeling peeved with the whole long distance thing. But then I need to think about it like this.... If the time comes when I do move away and it's to be with TB, I'll never live here again. I love my flat. I love living where I do. I'm close to all my friends and family. I know and love the city I live in. I've got the comfiest couch in the world! Flea bag pussy cat is happy here.