Serious conversations belong in the bathtub. Apartment vs House didn’t start in the bathtub with hummus and whiskey. It started in Skype. I let it start because I was excited to talk about it. He let it start because he thought it was an easy conversation with a clear answer (I think.). Either way it was quickly obvious that we weren’t exactly on the same page. We know not to expect the other to be in our mind, but I’m not sure we knew how far away the other one was.
I feel foolish. I got dreams confused with plans for a moment. I dreamed about house shopping and planning and painting and fixing and when people told me it was easily within my grasp, I accidently thought I was closer to planning than we were.
I’m not going to rush him and I’m not going to rush without him. I love him too much for that and when we’re both ready for it, we’ll buy a house. But for now it seems clear, another one year lease.
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