The return to work wasn’t too bad. I still prefer a life of leisure but at least it was still light when I left work – is that normal at the beginning of March?
Anyway… at the weekend G said to me “I wanted to talk to you about something” “Oh, right” I said. “Yes” said G “I was thinking… have you thought about what you might think about us living together at some point” “Erm…” I said.
We talked about it for a while and I said that I wasn’t against the idea, but not at the moment, not least because I think we would kill each other in the amount of space we would both have where I live at the moment. I will buy a house at some point, but not now. I know it’s very unromantic but I said to G that my main reservation is a very practical one. If we lived together and split up, I wouldn’t want either of us to have to be without a home. At the moment, the only circumstances in which I would do it is if my property remained mine and ultimately G bought somewhere else and maybe rented that out. I don’t want to lose the roof over my head, one that I have taken so many years to be able to buy – and after many years of moving from place to place - because of splitting up with someone, and I wouldn’t want G to be without somewhere to fall back on because of us living together. Not very romantic I know, but that’s the way my mind works about such things.
Don’t get me wrong, there are obviously positive things about living together, but I guess I’m not in a hurry. I still feel as though it is early days in our relationship and also that we don’t need to be really intense about things. Slow and steady wins the race, as they say.