Today is moving day.
It seems like just yesterday that I bought and moved into my first home, when in fact it is one month shy of three years ago.
I was dating CK when I purchased my townhouse, and while I may have known in my heart that he was the man I was going to marry, we had only been dating about seven months.... It was safe to say "marriage" and "the future" weren't exactly hot topics for us.
Fast forward three short years later and CK is my fiance, we're getting married in May and my perfect Detroit-Shoreway townhouse that I love is officially sold.
For the first time in my life I'm cohabiting with a boy. But he's not really a boy, he's a 36-year-old man who is going to be my husband.
Also, for the first time in my life, I'm cohabiting with a kid. But she's not just any kid, she's a 6-year-old rockstar that is going to be my future step-daughter.
Changes, they are afoot.
Who would have thought that after looking at over 40 houses since May, CK and I still haven't found one that we can agree on. I can't help but laugh thinking about my moving into into his tiny Brooklyn apartment with all of my belongings in storage, but I know it's temporary - our new house is out there somewhere.
What matters is that we're officially starting our life together, as a family, and I can't wait to see what the future brings.
Happy Friday, kids.