I helped my renter move in last night. It was a strange feeling, hauling somebody’s stuff into my house, knowing that he’ll be living with me for the foreseeable future. Will we drive each other crazy?
This is the first time I’ve really lived with someone. At my last apartment, I was sharing a house with a woman whom I only saw every couple of months. Before that, I was living with my parents, which is a very different experience than living separately.
So, this is a bit weird and intimidating. I’m not scared, per se, just weirded out. Intellectually, I know I can handle this. My emotions don’t quite agree.
Meanwhile, I’ve posted more VR story, for the first time in a month. I hope to get that back up to speed over the coming months, so I can finally finish the blasted thing. Unfortunately, today’s post is the last of what I’ve written so far, so I need to write quite a bit more to get ahead.