Chasing Waterfalls

I moved into Neal’s house - well, I guess it’s our house now, hee - on Thursday, and so far so good. I’ve unpacked a bit, though not as much as I would like; work is a pesky little necessity and it means that when I come home I’m usually pretty tired and wanting to […]

I didn’t write about this before because I didn’t want to take a chance that Neal would get access to a computer while in France, before I had a chance to spill the beans myself, face-to-face.
When Neal went off to Vimy, he was kind enough to lend me his car, just as he did when […]

until I move out of here!!
Yesterday, I wrote that I was thinking that I might be able to basically move into the house by the weekend, minus the furniture. Then Neal called and suggested that since Dylan’s house closing is on Thursday, that we could maybe go in on the truck with him and […]

… is what I have little of. Nothing new there, to be truthful. I am, afterall, my father’s daughter in that respect at least. My desire to move in with Neal, to get everything over there and be settled - maybe more settled than I have ever been - is so strong that it feels […]

I was signing up to join a paralegal organization at work today and on the application, they ask for your home address. Considering the fact that I’m going to be moving soon, I wrote down Neal’s address.
And giggled.
Who knew I’d ever be this giddy?