Roomies

I think I expected living with Ian to be different... more difficult than it has proven to be. While the influence of another female digsmate would be very welcome (not making much headway on the toilet roll holder issue), I'm enjoying our digs. We bought bedside cabinets and put them together (well, he put them together while I made encouraging noises) and we mix our washing. We went shopping for groceries today and he joked that it felt 'couply', something which I'm sure he doesn't mind you knowing.
We're fun; we laugh a lot. I think we have to hold on to that - as soon as things become too serious we're going to be in trouble. I love laughing things off with him, and small 'discussions' (they're not at argument level) about our different views on things usually end in some or other quip and we both leave smiling.

While we've both got our eyes open, I can say that in my opinion we're doing pretty damn well. We've waited a long time for this, we've both taken roads that we thought would mean the end of the us we both wanted; by some strange miracle we managed to hold on tightly to the idea of how we could make each other happier. I know that it's all new and shiny right now, but I can't escape feeling a little bit high when I see him at the end of the day, and I'm not about to stain that with any form of doubt or fear.