For short, that's Mr. IDKWMMNAIERIIFOEIIMIWHTGUASIOMBE.
Um, major oops there cuz that's so not short, is it? Alright alright, for simplicity's sake let's just say we'll call him Mr. Not Meticulous, or Mr. NM.
Now back to the beginning...
After a few months, it was clear there was some staying power to the relationship. Don't we look happy?
I was in grad school at the time and he was a senior in college. Part of graduate training for a psychologist is to complete a year-long internship, and often you have to move to find a position that fits your needs. So around the 1-year mark, we had to have some tough conversations about what would happen if our relationship became long-distance and whether our relationship was serious enough to move (and move-in) together.
|At a friend's wedding|
|Mr - far right and Me - 2nd from right (plus other wedding party members! yay!)|
Pretty soon I had graduated,
|Just call me Dr.!|
and we had purchased a little postage-stamp of a home (our first home!) in San Francisco, the city that we love!
|Postage stamp located on the front half of the top floor.|
Now we've come full circle a bit, because Mr. NM is on his internship this year, which makes me the official family breadwinner. As hard as we fought to put down roots in San Francisco, it's been strange for us to realize that most of our friends have, for a variety of reasons, moved away from SF. Plus we both commute ~1 hour each way to our jobs. But we both continue to feel like this city is "ours" and that we wouldn't want to be anywhere else.
We don't consider ourselves traditional AT ALL, so this "out of order" relationship history of buying a home together long before we were engaged is perfectly, blissfully fitting for us.
Of course, like any story, there's always more to tell - and I will, don't worry! - but I'll leave it here for now.
Did anyone else do things "out of order" like we did?