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This feels like the reward for years of hard work and personal growth. Being here with you feels like the reward…

-The Producer

This past weekend, I moved in with the Producer, along with Master 14, Miss 16 and the mere-cat-dog…and I have to say, I’m more than a little bit excited!

Anyone who has ever moved house will be with me on this point…It’s really bloody hard work! I have bruises all over, a chipped elbow (yes, really) and I ache in places I didn’t know could ache…yet I’m still smiling.

While the last time I moved was tinged with trauma and sadness, and everything got done in a haze of tears, sheer exhaustion and confusion, this move felt completely right, and I just felt excited at the prospect of moving in with my man. My fiancé. (Wow! I’m so getting used to saying that!).

So while sadly my gorgeous engagement ring is being remade by the jeweller (it was sized incorrectly), I am living with the man who gave it to me. Yay!

Given that the new place is much smaller than the old one, a lot of culling took place. I mean a serious cull. I held a garage sale. I sold things on selling sites, I donated a lot and I gave things away. In the end, I also filled two mini skip bins. This time I was just ready to shed my old life and step wholeheartedly into my new life. It’s amazing how much you can actually accumulate over the years.

While the sorting and packing was a bit overwhelming, letting go of so much felt somewhat liberating. I lost so little compared to what I gave gained.

On moving day, I was up at 5.30am. I just couldn’t sleep and so much needed to be done. My removalists started at 8am.

My amazing friend Bella helped me all day, unpacking and moving furniture; I am incredibly grateful! The kids worked hard all day. They really are awesome. Then the Producer’s removalists rocked up and the merging began.

I’m more relaxed than I thought I would be with the merging of our possessions, and more importantly, our lives. Miss 16 has always dreamt of having her own library so she’s very thrilled with the Producer’s hundreds of books. Mr 14 is excited that he will be setting up a gaming room-man cave with him.

I was of course worried about the kids. They’ve been through so many changes over the past 4 years but they seem relaxed and excited. They will be thrilled when they realise we finally have the internet also!

I was also concerned about the Producer. He didn’t just move in with me, but with two teenagers. He’s already experiencing a number of firsts. He helped assembled the kids beds. He had never assembled furniture before. He did a great job.

He actually took the kids on a train to school (they had been used to catching a dedicated school bus from the old house, not public transport), then juggled a client meeting so he could meet them again after school so they knew how to get home. I’m incredibly touched by that.

Tonight he met me at the train station after work and we shopped, then walked home. He did our washing today. I’m not used to that. I’m used to doing most things myself, domestically speaking.

Of course living with someone means some compromise and some negotiation. For example, we had to figure out where his extensive CD collection was going to live. Oh, and I’ve had to negotiate the fact that there is no door to our ensuite.

Why is it I can pee in the same cubical as my girlfriends on a night out yet I can’t bring myself to pee in front of the Producer? There has to be some mystery, right?

Given I’m working on my nakedness-comfortability, I’m suddenly having to strip off for showers knowing he is watching.

On the other hand, I’m sure he’s feeling like he can’t just eat M&M’s and chips in bed for dinner!

So the gorgeous inner city producer met me half way and I find myself now living closer to the city, waking up later, walking to the train every day, with enough time to buy a coffee. I am no longer sitting in banked up traffic in my car for an hour each morning and an hour each night.

Already I’m wondering how I have been doing that for so many years, working full time and raising the kids!

The most lovely thing is waking up each day with my guy, feeling incredibly excited about this new chapter of my life.

It’s been a hell of a journey for us both to get here. As the saying goes, love is it’s own reward, but I’m not taking it for granted.

I’m excited to see what happens next!