Opinionated Fat Guy

A month from today, Ernie and I will be boarding a plane at SFO bound for MIA.  For Ernie, this will be different than all the other trips to Miami that he’s made endless times across the last 2 1/2 years we’ve been dating.  This trip doesn’t have a return date.  He’ll be moving here, moving with me to a new apartment in this crazy city, this town that is the antithesis to all he knows.  Eventually, I hope it’ll feel like home for him but that won’t happen immediately.  It will take time and I realize that.   For me, this trip won’t just be another trip back home either.  It will be the start of a new journey- moving away from my parents and moving in with my boyfriend into an apartment that we’ll make our home. The idea is exciting, everything I’ve ever wanted, and mind boggling all at the same time.  

So in the next month a lot has to happen.  Next week, a week long trip to San Francisco will help us to start coordinating Ernie’s move.  I’ll help him purge, organize, and figure out what he wants to get rid of and what he plans to keep.  I’ll finish doing that myself when I get back.  We’re pretty well organized all things considered but there’s still much to do. Cars to sell, furniture to coordinate moving, 

In the mean time, at least we know where we’ll live (see pic below) and we can already start arguing about paint color choices, furnishing, and decor (UPDATE:  This piece has been vetoed) and I know it’ll be a lot of work but a lot of fun.  

So the new chapter is about to begin.  I don’t think it’ll all be easy but I know that it’ll be worth it. We’ll at least we’ll be together and that’s going to make all the difference in the world.