My life is moving at the speed of a freight train right now and I can't decide whether or not I like it.
But I think I'm erring on the side of I do.
I started dating a guy in March of this year. Seven months ago. His name was Tyler. It was going to be my last date before I gave up on the apps and tried more traditional methods.
The first green flag was the fact that he wanted to come to me for the date. I don't live in a completely rural town, but I am kind of out of the way for most people so I have always been used to making the trip when meeting up with someone for the first time. But he asked me what cool things there were to do in my city, so I told him, and we agreed to meet here.
We clicked almost immediately. Any silences or lulls in the conversation felt natural and comfortable. He made me feel safe to be myself.
We had Mexican food and then went antiquing, a very stereotypical lesbian date. I always think back to that fact and think it's funny, because as a cisgender man and a cisgender woman, we appear on the surface to be the most cis-hetero couple ever. But I am bisexual, and he is gray-asexual, so the reality of the situation is anything but.
He bought me a necklace. We got milkshakes and walked along the waterfront. The sky started to turn dark gray with an oncoming storm, so we were forced to end the date after four and a half hours.
We kissed.
It was magical.
After three months, I revisited the wedding playlist I had made on Spotify years and years ago. I made edits. I started a Pinterest board. We were seriously discussing our future together. I spent almost every weekend at his house.
By August, the weekend of the renaissance faire, we had come up with a five year plan. We wanted to buy a house together in a better city. We wanted to get married. We wanted to start thinking about kids.
A little over a week ago, his roommates announced they would not be renewing their lease and therefore would be moving out by November 5th.
This, of course, allows the space for me to move in.
In the span of eight months, I have gone from thinking I would be single forever to finding my person completely by happenstance.
I interviewed for two different jobs closer to him (not all that different from each other, really, just different companies) and received an offer from one. I'm expecting the second offer to roll in later today.
Things are going about as well as they possibly can. But everything is moving so fast, things that happened a few days ago feel like they happened weeks ago. A couple months feels like last year.
My move-in date is November 17th and I am so incredibly excited to start this new chapter of my life. After being stuck for so long, I feel like my life is moving forward. I'm finally going somewhere. I'm so incredibly sick of plateaus and I am so glad I have the resources now to get off of this giant one I've been on for almost five years, only to go up a ski lift to the top of a mountain.
Things are looking good.