12 days. I remain completely unpacked and completely unprepared. The only thing I do know is I am ready. Financially and mentally I am ready for the first time in my life to step out of my comfort zone and live on my own. *takes a deep breath* Thank God for Ryan. Last week I called him after I had signed everything I needed to sign to lease my apartment and our conversation went something like this...

Me: "Baby, I need to ask you for a favor"
Ryan: "You never ask me for favors love, what's up?"
Me: "I don't want to say need, but it's the only way I know to put it so I'll use it. I need you to come here Thanksgiving weekend and be with me and help me move."
Ryan: *pause* "I think I can do that."
Me: *rants an apology* "I know I'm asking a lot and I completely understand if you can't do it"
Ryan: "No baby, I can do this for you."

I'm really excited about this new chapter in my life but at the same time it is so terrifying. The apartment is awesome. 850 square feet all to myself with a sunroom dining room and fire place. Well, me and my two kitties.

And so I guess it looks like 34 days after I move into my apartment he will be moving here! To my city. To be around and available to see more than once every 2-3 weeks!

Can you say big changes?