I remember how hard I laughed when watching Monica Gellar scream to Rachel Green, “And I have to live with a boy!” That’s because Monica was freaking out due to moving in with Chandler.
It’s a great episode of “Friends” and now I can say the same thing – minus the humorous disgust that comes with shacking up with the opposite sex. Sure, I’ll find dust balls living and breathing in corners that have never been vaccumed. (I already have.) Yes, I will wash every dish that touches the sink because Boo says he will “wash them later.” Later will turn into a week. I rather clean up even if my fingers will prune like those of a viejas.
‘Cause I’m in love, y’all. So I’m moving in with Boo.
Funny thing is this: I didn’t want to live with a man before marriage. Traditional in nature and a hopeless romantic, I imagined that I would meet the guy and said guy would court me, propose, marry me, and we’d live together and build a home and family. But this is 2015. I don’t want to wait. I want instant gratification. I want to wake up with Boo every day and kiss him goodnight every night. I am his lady, his partner, his best friend, and moving in will only tighten our bond and elevate our level of intimacy. Besides, haven’t you heard? In NYC, the rent is too damn high.
I also know that the marriage and baby will come in due time.
So here I am, moving in with a boy. It’s exciting and scary and emotionally moving. I love Boo with all my heart. I love him like I’ve never loved any other man. I can be myself with him, I am comfortable in my own skin even more so when he is with me. I trust him, believe in him, know him, admire him, desire him. He brings out the best in me and teaches me to be a much more patient, positive, empowered, kind, loving and supportive Sujeiry – a better me.
That’s because he isn’t a boy. He is a man – my man – and I wouldn’t have it any other way.