Moving in

Wow.

So I'm moving in with Alex.

Can I say "wow" again? I can? Cool. "Wow."

:)

I've been slowly moving my stuff over to Alex's place (now, our place) a little at a time. I've got about half my comics (and anyone who actually knows me knows I got a sh**load of 'em.), most of my clothes, and almost all of my books. Of the "little stuff," I would say I'm about 50% or so moved in. We're going to move the big stuff (TV, bed, computer, etc) probably the end of January, (although maybe the end of November, depending on how things go...) and hoping to make this a very easy move.

Ummmm...I guess this means that I've been spending most of my free time with Alex...in case no one noticed the subtle, errr, I mean, obvious signs....

I've only moved twice in my life, and I'm hoping that this will be the easiest one yet. In moving a little at a time, by every time I swing by my place, I grab a couple of boxes of something and swing it by our place.

Wow, again....just saying our place sounds so good.

So anyway, by the time January hits, I'm hoping that there will be a few tables, the sofas and maybe the TV and computer...and this move will take about 2 hours for me and my friends.
Anyone who knows me also knows I got a lot of stuff...and the question is...if my stuff barely fit into my place....how in the hell will it all fit into our place?

Well, we've actually been kind of working with that...trying to place this thing and that...and I think we've found a way to fit most of my stuff in our place without it looking too terribly cluttered. Lots of stuff pitched...lots of stuff in the basement...etc...

My apartment looks so empty now....there's no books and a couple of bookshelves are missing...and every time I'm over there it doesn't feel like home anymore.

Alex's house...the house where I will soon live, is feeling like home.

I first felt this way a few months ago, I was just standing in her kitchen and the place felt...I don't know...it just felt right...it was a very weird (but extremely nice) feeling...

And now I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be living.

Like Lord John Whorfin once said: "Home is-a where you wear your hat...."

So I guess right now, as I'm blogging this from the upstairs bedroom at Alex's house...I'm home.