Where has the time gone?

I haven't posted in a month and a half. Unbelievable. I think a lot of my journaling energy is being focused either into my 365, or into Facebook status updates. Oh, Facebook.

So, Skitch and I are living together. We moved his stuff in this past weekend, and are now trying to figure out where to put it all. Yes, we've been dating less than four months. But it feels so right, so what else can you do but jump in with both feet. I haven't done that enough in my life.

I'm learning a great deal about myself through this process. For example, I can stand living in my own mess, but not in mine AND someone else's. That I am totally unused to, and a little rattled by, having someone notice or care if I drop a pot in the kitchen, or pee 6 times in a day, or crack up at something on the internet. That I have some weird, deep-seated need to have MY STUFF separate and untouched. That I have difficulty sharing. That I really enjoy cooking when I have someone to eat with. That an afternoon nap snuggled up is about the best thing in the world. After five years of living alone, I have some adjusting to do.