Don’t worry. I didn’t break up with Boyfriend and start dating my neighbor. That would be awful. Especially since my neighbor is an elderly woman with a herd of cows. No, my friends, Boyfriend is actually BECOMING MY NEIGHBOR.
This is insane to me, but in an awesome way, because we’ve been doing this long distance thing since we started dating (which, admittedly, was only about 6 or 7 months ago), but apparently he thinks I’m cool enough to just RELOCATE HIS ENTIRE LIFE FOR.
WHAT IS THIS? IS THIS WHAT LOVE IS?
So yes. Boyfriend is moving away from his cool, hip, trendy city life to Stars Hollow, CT, where there is no cell phone reception and almost everyone in town knows who you are. Seriously. Everyone knows. People I don’t know are asking us about this situation.
And this crazy little town seems to be super excited for me over this whole scenario. People are coming into the bookshop and asking me all about it. There was literally applause from various town members when he picked up his keys. I think they’ve all been a little concerned that I wouldn’t last very long here because of the lack of young folks and social life. Oh, they have such little faith in what the Internet can provide these days… But now they can all rejoice (or cry) because I have yet another reason to not leave town.
And Boyfriend genuinely wants to live here with me. This is nuts! But it’s true. So, this weekend, he moves into his new apartment, which is right in the middle of town and across the street from the bookshop where I work. The only problem? Said apartment does not allow dogs (sorry Gio), but this also means that we’ll be forced to still maintain some personal space. We won’t be able to stay over at each other’s places all the time and I’ll still have to go home to do things. Like talk to the dog.
All of this rambling is basically my way of realizing that somebody really, really loves me. And that’s crazy because, well… have we all met me? But I’ve got to say…. this feels quite incredible.
This is going to be good, you guys.