As I write this on Sunday night, I’m sitting in my new (rented) house, listening to the first disc of the Smashing Pumpkins’ Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness, surrounded by boxes upon boxes of unopened items (my music choice proves I’m slowly making my way through the weighty album collection my moving company was not too thrilled to be moving). It’s nice to be in a new place, my fifth home since moving to Austin nearly 10 years ago. Of my five homes, this is the third one I’m sharing, but the first one I’m sharing with a girlfriend.
Jarren was in town this weekend, as we started the beginning of the end of the moving and unpacking. She’s now back in Houston with the dogs, and I’m here alone, with dusty boxes to keep me company. We won’t actually be living together full-time until she’s done with her summer law firm gig in mid-August. But, those days couldn’t come any sooner. I’m really excited about living with her, and I think the feeling is mutual. We’ve known each other for so long, and the timing in our relationship feels really right. And, I’m also excited to have her dogs, Elton and Sam, in my life on a more full-time basis. For those who know me, it’s a marked difference from precisely a year ago, when I was (amusingly) named one of the Top 10 Bachelors in Austin by Austin Monthly (a very, very brief reign as you can imagine). But, it’s a difference I couldn’t be happier about. Recently, the magazine contacted me for a “where are they now?” piece for this year’s issue. I beamed about my new living situation, as it’s the only status I care about today.
I’ll spend the next few days with more unpacking and deciding what should stay, and what should go. For starters, I think I’ll stay.