I’ve been in a Jeremy blackhole. I am so head-over-heels in love with this man, that I’ve allowed him to completely consume my life. The two of us have been back and forth between New York and Philadelphia so many times in the past six weeks, that I’m almost not sure which city I live in at this point. Because I freelance, I’ve been able to spend extended periods of time in Philly and I’ve totally fallen in love with that city. It’s the perfect mix of metropolitan and suburban—sort of like a more centralized Brooklyn. They’re big patrons of the arts there; the city is covered in giant murals and mosaics, all so charming and beautiful.
Which brings me to what this post is really about: Jeremy asked me to move in with him! And I said yes! I’m going to be moving to Philly! I know it all seems so quick, but Jeremy and I have known each other for so long, and have fallen into this relationship so comfortably and easily that there’s no question about it, no reservations. I know that this is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with and I can’t wait to share a life and a space with him! I’ve never been more sure about anything in my whole life. We’re going to wait a few months, but I think by November or December I’ll be fully settled in there. Life is crazy and wonderful!
