MaryB and the City

Three’s company.

They say good things come in sets of three. Evidently, that is the case for me at the moment.

1. I’m moving to Baltimore!
2. I’m starting a new job!!
3. I’m going to live with Mr. Big for the first time in our relationship’s history!!!

Although we’ve been talking about our future for quite some time, somehow these tangible changes seem…well, sudden.

I helped him find and decide on the quaint row house in an absolutely adorable historic neighborhood a block away from the harbor, thoughtfully plotting out where all of my stilettos will be stored. I have mentally sized up my furniture inventory and assigned which pieces will come with me and which will go up for sale. I’ve answered many questions from friends and family about logistics and terms of condition to make the relocation. I have, for all intensive purposes, gone through the normal check list that comes with the territory shift.

But yet my head is spinning strictly based on the sheer amount of change; it’s a lot of moving parts at once.

1. Central Virginia has been my homebase for 14 years [even putting that in writing doesn’t compute in my brain].
2. My current gig is super slammed, and from what I gather, the new gig will be even more intense [there will be absolutely zero down time].
3. For the last five+ years, more than 50% of time, Big and I have been dating long distance [and now, we’ll be roommates].

To be perfectly honest [and this isn’t from being raised in a conservative Catholic household], I always hoped to be married, or at least engaged…prior to shacking up. But this opportunity to work for a world-renowned organization fell into my lap and I absolutely could not turn it down.

While I have my work cut out for the next 14 days to pack my bags & uproot my life, all the while attempting to gently register the sheer amount of alterations in an accelerated, acute timeline, this monumental milemarker makes my heart smile [the cheesy kind that magically produces dimples…even though you really don’t possess the cheek indents].

The last 14 months of reconciliation turned rewarding partnership with my manfriend has exceeded expectations ten times over.

We made it. We finally made it.

I’m looking forward to enjoying pockets of time together that most people might take for granted: rolling over at night and spooning before falling asleep; waking up to the person I love; talking about the day’s events face-to-face; eating dinner at our very own kitchen table; giving each other a hug…just because.

We’ll be a little family of two. But even that won’t last for long.

Good things come in three, and that’s where our soon-to-be adopted dog will fit in just perfectly.