I just want to paint something purple! (the backstory)

So boyfriendface and I have been together for over 5 years and thought it to be prime time for us to start our lives together… for real this time. (Take 1 involved 3 male roommates, a Tasmanian devil, a fly invasion, parties, and overall “we are so not ready for this”-ness.)

Take 2. Same bat neighborhood. Same bat street. Different block.

 A year ago I (we) picked out this house for boyfriend to live in until the lease on The B*tch Cave (my apartment) was up. A beautiful, quaint, row house in the city built in 1922.  We have spent the last year having meaningful conversations about our future life together. The following is an example of said conversations:

1.      I want a fairy garden!

2.      Can I paint the living room purple?

3.      Move the rug, I fear for your life.

4.      The basement has bad juju.

5.      A mouse just ran across my foot!!!

6.      Can I paint the back door purple?

7.      Where am I supposed to put all of my shoes?!

8.      Did you remove the ghosts?

9.      Can I paint our bedroom purple?

10.  You are on house stuff buying restriction!

11.  Clean up all of the boxes!

12.  Why won’t you let me paint anything purple?!?!

Clearly, such conversations have brought us closer and added depth to our relationship, in addition to giving all of my friends and family several reasons to take pity on boyfriendface. It is possible I have been removed from the family will and he has been placed in my stead.
In the past few months we have adventured into yard work, stupid home improvement projects, and avoiding all started projects together.

In conclusion, we will be hiring a house cleaner and landscaper.