It was kind of touching that The Boy asked me to move in with him despite the context: he doesn’t like heading home from his place and being alone and apart from us.
I’m not ready to move out of “the city” to the ‘burbs.
I’m so “Western” to believe that he needs to have a segment of independent living instead of going from his parents’ house straight to his wife’s house/co-habitation. I’m also a bit sadistic to want to see what trouble he gets into going from man-child to domestic self-sufficiency.
How sad it is to take up his offer and move into the “in-laws’” basement? It’s an ever-increasing reality in the crazy real estate climate of Lotusland but sooooo embarrassing!
Ideally, you don’t move in together to save money or for the sake of convenience. You live together and share a life because you love each other!
Are these rational reasons? Or am I exhibiting cold feet about the relationship and/or fear of being closely scrutinized?
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