Apartment Hunting

I'm getting married.



It hit me like a ton of bricks today.


I mean, I've known this for a while now.  There is this flash of blue on my one hand that reminds me constantly. But it finally sunk in.  The next apartment I move into will be shared.  I will no longer have a bedroom door between myself and my roommate.  Decisions will be made in conjunction with someone else.  Decorations will need approval.  There will be two wardrobes for me to tidy, wash, and organize.

Very little will be simply mine any more.


That's a scary thought.


Don't worry, my feet are nowhere near below-zero temps.   This is but a passing moment, hijacked by a fear of the unknown.