No Place Like Home

we decided to find a place together over the course of last week. she was moving out of her place anyway and was going to find a place near me, but in the course of all the searching/looking/interviewing, a lot of friends and family members were asking us: why aren't you just moving in together?

we'd talked about it, but decided it wasn't quite time, even though having her move into some place and then move again when we were ready seemed a bit daft. you just shouldn't rush some things.

i guess over last week we both realized that we were ready, eager even, to live together. to go grocery shopping together again. to decorate together. to not have to ask, "will i see you tonight?" "your place or mine?"

our place.

we celebrated last night -- after having told all the crucial parties; our respective housemates, our parents, and jason -- with a home cooked meal of roast chicken, mashed taters, candied walnut and pear salad, a cabernet, and peach and razzleberry pie. girl can cook! (and i'm a fine sous-chef.)

we plotted the decoration of our home to be. blowing up more large prints of our travel shots and creating a whole wall of photos of us dressed up like morons from various parties.

i just feel really lucky. i can remember so clearly the first time i met madhavi, at her parents house three years ago. i asked bahati about her but was told she wasn't single. alas! in all the time since then there have been so many moments when i've stopped and wished and dreamed about her. casually and then intensely.

now we're moving in together. i almost don't believe it.

we're saying september first, but we're starting to look now. my room in the dump will be open so you could start buttering up lisa and kathrin if you're interested. we're looking for a one or two bedroom in a nice central neighborhood that will take a dog. something with character and a double-basin sink. if you see anything choice, please let us know.