I have some news to share with you all.
My boyfriend, Ross and I have been together for seven and three-quarter years. During that time, we’ve almost always lived apart. I don’t just mean in separate houses, I mean in different cities. While I was living in our home town, he was off attending university. When I moved out to uni, he was living far away in southern Victoria, working at a new job. We’ve never seemed to wind up in the same place at the same time. There have been a couple of weeks when the two of us were both at home for the holidays, but other than those weeks of bliss, we’ve done the long-distance thing for nearly eight years.
I have to say that we’ve totally rocked our long-distance relationship. It’s been difficult at times, but for the most part we’ve been awesome at keeping our love alive despite the distance between us. In many ways, living apart for so long has helped us to become more independent, and to make us appreciate the time we have together.
All of this is about to change though…
A few weeks ago, Ross bought a house in our home town. He’ll be moving into the house at the end of January. And I’ll be moving in with him. After nearly eight years together, Ross and I are finally going to live together. I am so excited and also quietly terrified. The excitement is winning out though.
This means that, in about a month, I’m going to be leaving Melbourne. This thought upsets me a bit. I have adored living in Melbourne for the last six years. Even though I grew up in the country, I really am a city girl at heart. I have met so many brilliant friends during my time here, so many people that I love and couldn’t imagine my life without. I am sad to be leaving the city behind. I’m also sad to be leaving the house I currently live in. Even though it’s falling to pieces, there are so many wonderful memories linked to this place. I met Jellylorum and her kittens in the backyard, had countless parties in the lounge room and cooked many a feast in the kitchen. If I look around my room, I can see the very spot where I was standing when I found out that my grandfather had passed away, the bed where I slept each night, and the desk where I wrote my first blog post. It’s going to be very hard to leave.
It’s going to be lovely to head home though. My family are still in my hometown, and I’m really looking forward to having more time to spend with them. It will also be great to slow down a little, and living in a smaller town forces you to do that.
I am so grateful to finally have the opportunity to move in with Ross. He honestly is the most important person in my life, and I can’t imagine loving anyone else as much as I love him. I’m looking forward to being able to wake up next to him each morning, and put my head on the pillow next to his each night. It’s going to be a challenge, for sure, but it’s one I’m sure we’re both able to tackle. It’s an awfully big adventure, and I can’t wait for it to begin.