This is the third week of M. and I sharing a house. So far we have had zero fights, I have yet to prepare a meal for the both of us, I’ve learned how to operate the oven and he still tells me he loves me. I’m spending every morning in bed with the laptop, which is such a relaxed way to start the day. I’m quite happy. The only downer is that I have to bike and extra mile to work and back home again.
I’m trying to convince M. to get a cat. I’m not sure if adding a cat to our life would be a smart thing to do. I mean, this appartment went from a home of one person to a home of a person and a bunny to a home of two persons and a bunny within three months. We’re all still adjusting. Part of me hopes M. puts off the cat thing for a while, while the other part is browsing the website of the local shelter, ready to pick one up on the way home from work tonight.