Alan and I will be celebrating our three year anniversary of dating next Tuesday. I can’t believe it has been three years and it shocks me every time, I think about us having been together for so long already. He has also been living with me in Kansas for a month already; it doesn’t seem like a month at all. I have, for the most part, gotten over and accepted the change of him moving in. At first, it was a real shock for me and I was not happy at all. Don’t get me wrong, I was HAPPY he was in Kansas with me instead of Michigan and I was HAPPY we were living together, but it was a BIG difference to go from worrying about me and only me, when I needed to go to bed, what I wanted to eat for dinner and having a bed and space I didn’t need to share, to having to worry about someone else as well. My brother has lived with me for the past year, but he has his own room and does his own thing, helps pay the bills but doesn’t get in my space so having to share that space with someone is quite different. I had a hard time with him having his stuff all over the place; the TV that, luckily fits on the TV stands we have, has caused an ugly mess of cables behind the TV stand, the clothes in the closet, and other knick nacks here and there. Not to mention, I had to get use to sharing the other side of the bed with someone who sleeps like a rock (literally) and snores like a semi. That is something I’m still getting use too. However, after a month of him being here, I can definitely say that I am HAPPY he is here and it doesn’t upset me anymore that the chance has taken place. It was something that was going to happen eventually, I just don’t deal with certain changes very well…but this one was a good one.