So you may have gathered by now that Shamrock and I live together.
This was not exactly my plan.
I know some people can’t imagine not living together first, and others wouldn’t dream of it. I just…preferred not to. Shamrock and I are in our thirties. Shamrock has been married before; I almost got engaged*—we both know what we’re getting in to.
So how did this happen? Shamrock decided to move when his lease was up, about seven months in to our relationship (his lease was up two months later, but you obviously make a decision earlier). After the lease was signed, he told me what he had really wanted was to move in with me, but he hadn’t asked because he knew I would say no. (He was right.) Lease in hand, he moved out of his downtown apartment on Michigan Avenue to be closer to me on the North Side.
There’s Shamrock’s apartment in the background—the tall white building. Photo by Caili Helsper