Three years ago, I decided to move to Florida. It was a big choice, a hard choice; but also the right choice. My best friend was already living here, so we did what made sense: we moved in together.
It took a little getting used to, as any roommate situation does. I can be a little uptight about my stuff and she can be a little forgetful. But eventually, we worked together to live – what I would call – very, very well together.
It’s an unusual situation that best friends can live together, work together, and do everything together and fight as little as we do. Sure, we have our tiffs; but overall I think we would both agree that it’s a wonderful living arrangement.
And herein lies the problem: it was almost too wonderful.
Little Room for Love
You see, both Kristen and I wish that we liked women romantically. Being lesbians would make our love lives simple; our search for our one true love would be over. Alas, we may be soulmates; but we’re sisters, not lovers. Over time, we’ve realized that being roommates and best friends leaves little room for a true romantic partner.
This may be a weird psychological mind trip, but when you’re dating and looking for a lifelong partner and best friend, it’s hard to be emotionally available when that need is already being fulfilled. Unfortunately, that job usually only takes one person.
Believe me when I say Kristen and I didn’t decide this to go proactively searching for a husband. Far from it. We have both been very focused on our careers and that’s taken priority over the years. At the same time, we didn’t want to end up as 80-year old roommates.
We’re not getting any younger
You may laugh, but it’s true. A few short years shy of 30, we also realized that we’re getting to the age where it’s best to live alone. It may be a societal acceptance issue, but a single 30-something is simply not going to have roommates. You’ve reached a maturity (and hopefully financial) level where sadly it’s just no longer acceptable.
Nothing will really change
Kristen has been a huge help with taking care of my dog (Brady), listening to my stories, helping me in every situation, and, well, being my BFF. We’ll be at each other’s houses constantly, we’ll still work together, and more than likely call or text each other every day. We’ll continue to be there for each other and we’ll still be best friends, we just won’t be sleeping under the same roof.
So here’s to the next exciting step in life! Cheers!