Who Knew I had a U-Haul?

If you’ve been reading my blog for a while, and by a while I mean before I met my gf, Remi, you may have noticed that I used to have a serious problem with commitment. It wasn’t so much a problem for me, as it was for the ladies I would date. I guess you could call it a long standing feud between myself and the ever-claustrophobic, panic-attack inducing status called “Being in a relationship.”

But as you all know, that’s slowly changed as my relationship with Remi has evolved. So much so that we’ve decided to take the ultimate plunge into lesbian euphoria and we’re moving in together.

Gasp …. shock … and awe ….. those were my initial responses after the reality of what we’d decided on had hit me.

Hold on a second! Calm down. Before any of you who know me personally start typing madly away on your little keyboards to leave me either a scathing comment yelling at me because I couldn’t so much as commit to a date more than 24hrs in advance with you, or a teasing comment because you’re my friend and you know how ridiculous this all sounds coming out of my mouth. Stop and read on to see how this amazingly lesbian turn of events came to be.

It all began with her deployment. Since she was going to be gone for a year or so, there was no need for her to keep paying rent some place just to keep her things in. So of course like the wonderful girlfriend that I am, I offered up my place as a temporary yet safe haven for all her worldly belongings.

Well, I didn’t really realize it was going to be all of them. But as it turns out my girlfriend may be the most low maintenance woman on the planet and everything she owns fits into a few boxes that are not so neatly stacked in my spare room. But that’s neither here nor there, my point is still yet to come.

I’m trying to explain to you how our eventual co-habitation in dykey bliss has come about.

After she left her things at my house and let her other place go, it just made sense that she change her mailing address to my address while she’s away for bills and such. Then I realized that when she gets back from Iraq she’s going to need a place to stay while she looks for an apartment. Who knows how long that could take? It could be a week or a month! So of course I told her she was more then welcome to stay with me when she got back till she got herself settled back into civilian life.

We both liked this idea and started talking about how nice that would be to spend that time together. Enter our road-trip to Oregon: where I freaked out before going because I was sure I was going to feel claustrophobic, panicky and not be able to sleep next to her since I can NEVER sleep with anyone in the same bed. Hence my habit of driving home at 4:00 a.m. disheveled, rather then risk the dreaded cuddle time.

However to my great surprise I wasn’t only able to sleep next to her, I was able to snore! Yep, as it turns out, she’s the cure for my insomnia. Something about having her next to me in bed acts like a qualude and I’m instantly sound asleep. I slept better with her than I do without her. If that’s not a sign than I don’t know what is.

Coming back to the present and the more we talked about when she comes back and the more we realized that it made more sense for her to just stay in my place then look for her own apartment where she’ll still have to find a roommate.

This way we both win. She doesn’t have to live with a stranger and I can get a good nights sleep. It’s even more selfish on my part then that. I’m at a stand still with the remodeling of my fixer-upper home and don’t think it didn’t cross my mind that moving my lesbian lover in would probably do wonders for all the little projects I’ve yet to tackle on my own. I mean what’s gayer than two lesbians spending their weekends doing home improvement projects!?

So while it was born out of necessity, the more we talked about it, the more excited we got about the idea of domestic bliss. We finally just agreed that she was already moved in and all that was missing was her. So when she gets back from the Marine Corps, we will be entering a whole new phase of lesbian relationships: The U-haul phase.

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