Let me start out by saying I love my boyfriend...I really really do. He's just not the neatest person on the planet...it has nothing to do with food or dishes or anything like that (thank the Lord)...but for the love of God this guy has clothes everywhere. I know any of you that saw my room in my mom's house are dying laughing right now and my mom is probably saying 'that's karma'...but golfer has clothes all over the place and 7 things hanging in the closet. We have his and hers walk-in closets...mine is FILLED to capacity and his has 7 things hanging up, two (filled) GIANT Rubbermaid bins on the floor and (clean) clothes on top of the hamper. Not to mention he has three empty dresser drawers and two empty nightstand drawers just waiting to be put to use. If I had my clothes when I moved in, the first thing I would've done was unpack them! I was so excited about this closet! The second I picked up thirteen my few boxes from the post office I starting hanging away!
Maybe I'm crazy, but living out of a suitcase/bin doesn't feel like home to me...it feels like a temporary arrangement...maybe he's getting ready to move back to the Keys...HMMM, that's food for thought.
Sunday night he asked, "How long is it socially acceptable for me to be living out of bins?" My response was "I think you have about 48 more hours...it's been a week"....we'll see how many articles of clothing meet a hanger and find their rightful place in the closet tonight.
Don't get me wrong, if living out of plastic containers is the only thing he does that boggles my mind, that's okay with me...but I have a feeling this isn't over.
Hi! Before I get any grief for being MIA for the last few months, cut me some slack...I've been busy quitting my job, moving to FL and MOVING IN WITH GOLFER. Yes, the 'golfer' I've been dating for over a year and met on Match.com. (Seriously, who would've thought when I started that nightmare adventure...this is where I'd be?) It's been a HUGE adjustment period for me the last couple of months, so I'm glad to be back doing something I enjoy (yes, blogging).
First of all, the house I grew up in went up for sale on Valentine's Day, talk about heartbreak! I knew it was coming, my parents divorce was almost final and that was the last thing they had to do before they could go their separate ways, but that didn't make it hurt any less. Then after 8 years of being 'separated' (I use the term loosely because they lived together)...so the end of February closed that chapter in my life.
In March a great opportunity seemed to find me, it was an entry level position on a client services team in a private wealth management company IN MIAMI (perfect, golfer was moving off of Key Largo in May, so we'd be closer together) I had multiple interviews and at the end of April went down for a 4 1/2 hour interview with the entire team. (Meanwhile, golfer and I had decided it would make sense to live together when I moved, so this trip was not only the final interview, but our anniversary trip AND our apartment hunting trip). We found the perfect apartment for us and left Miami each feeling hopeful.
A week later, I quit my job. My boss had hired a temp to prove a point and even though she was completely incompetent (and I'm being generous with that) he continued to give her my work and I continued to sit there and do nothing, and this Miami gig seemed like it was all but official, so I quit. Two days after I quit, I found out the Miami company went with another candidate (which is an entirely different story, because I was told by multiple people there were no other candidates). I was crushed to say the least. I had never been so excited for the possibility of change in my entire life and everything seemed to be going SO well and next thing I know there is a slight glitch in my plan. Of course panic set in (I had just signed my first lease and found myself unemployed) but I still kind of felt a sense of relief, if that makes any sense at all; the stress of my family and my job were gone and for the first time in 14 years, I was able to focus on me.
Well, I'm now a 'stay-at-home' girlfriend in Miami and have A LOT of "me time"....maybe a little too much. But it's being spent making the apartment feel like home, going to the gym, looking for a job and laying by the pool (not necessarily in that order).
Tomorrow I'll fill you in on what life is like once you go from long distance relationship to roommates...