3 Men and A Lady

I have been slacking as a blogger, I used to make time everyday to write but the past weeks events have kept me off the computer and with a severe lack of free time. I spent the last week lugging suitcases from Regent's Park to East London, my new home, at least my new summer home. As Beni hauled two suitcases and a duffel bag up two flights of tube stairs, I felt a huge wave of anxiety. My shoulders ached under the weight of my packed life,which seemed a lot heavy than 4 months ago at Heathrow.


He couldn't keep from smiling, even though I know he saw the panic in my eyes but what's a relatively homeless gal to do? Suck it up, unpack, and try to enjoy living with 3 Albanians. I have never made this big of a move, I have never lived with a boy, I have barely spent more than a week straight with a boyfriend.

As we approached his flat, he stopped, kissed me, and told me how wonderful this would be. I nodded my head and told him to try his best not to kick me out in a week. Before I had even dropped my bags on his bed, he began to make way for my collection of clothes and shoes. He pilled everything he owned into one section of the wardrobe and gave me reign over the other side. It was filled with one suticase, only 1 case, 2 duffel bags, and a backpack to go...and then there was the issue of the shoes. Where the fuck would my shoes go? Panic washed over me again as I sat surrounded by boots, this was a mistake...

We gave up for the day, promising to finish later this week, we took advantage of the pluses of living with a significant other....lots and lots of sex. And as if that wasn't good enough, my joyful boyfriend has calmed my nerves by going down on me multiple times this week. If I knew moving in was all it took to get a little downtown action, I would have done this weeks ago!

Things have settled, we have found some sort of path in the obsticle course of my belongings. He is thrilled and I am used to the idea of coming home to him everyday. It has been one week and we are both still alive, neither has been smoothered by a pillow during the middle of the night, a big success in my opinion.

And after a week, I have realized the perks. I wake up to a very hot man, a man who has done my laundry twice, brought me coffee every morning, and hasn't let me starve to death. Yes we are always surrounded by a brother or a cousin but I adore them so I don't mind, in fact it takes some of the pressure of being a happily co-habitating couple off the table.

So until next week, we are the scuffle-free, affectionate, playful, co-habitating couple managing not to kill each other in a very crowded flat in dumpy East London. Not exactly the fairytale I imagined for this week but I'll take it....