Week One

Well, Bill and I have lived together for a bit over a full week. The house is a disaster, and our friendship is still intact.

If anything this week we've been more co-dependent and joined at the hip than previously. We've caught the bus to work together nearly every day, and home together most. We've eaten dinner together every night but tonight, and on and on and on.

Last night as we were running some errands and talking about what we needed to do to make today work (his parents are coming into town tomorrow and we're trying to get everything in order for then) he interrupted our conversation to comment, "we sound like a married couple!"

I had to laugh—very very true.

Stupid Idea

In one of, perhaps, the more ill advised decisions of my life I will be rooming with Bill for a couple of months as I try to find a home.

My lease is up at the end of this month and he's closing on a three bed/three bath in two weeks. We worked out a quite agreeable rent scheme for the next two months, but I think he'd like to see me make it more long term. That, I believe, would be a terrible mistake. I haven't told many of my friends, mostly because I don't want to make it this huge announcement as if we are moving in together non-platonically. On the other hand, not telling people is a great way to start a romour that we're more than just friends.

The good thing is, I'm hard to live with, hopefully this will destroy my crush on him.