Well, that idea might make a stupid idea feel better about itself.

When we last left off, George and I were about a year and a half into it, living in two places and living in bliss on the weekend. My graduation day was aproaching, and I had some decisions to make.

Do I stay or do I go now?
Do I continue with the plans for our summer wedding and skip graduate school, leaving me unable to teach when I graduate thanks to a loophole in my graduation plan?
Or do we wait another long year, postpone the wedding a year, and finish my degree so I can teach?

I found another plan. Long-distance internship. I could do my internship in our town, being near to my beloved, and then go back to school to finish up the Master's and finish the wedding planning. We'd only have to be apart for a mere 5 months, and we decided to put the wedding off a year so that we could do some proper planning. All was well with this plan, except for one tiny thing.

Where I would live. Since I was pretty much putting myself through school, money was sparse to say the least. I was the only one from my program teaching in the area, and finding a cheap apartment outside of a college town wasn't an option. Where oh where would I live?

With George, of course. It was a fool-proof plan. And so, we did it.
I moved most of my stuff into storage and took some clothes and miscellaneous items to his apartment. His one bedroom apartment.

Forget the fact that we went from being two hours apart in our own spaces to together in a one bedroom apartment.
Forget the fact that while we "were totally going to get married eventually," it was not so much in line with my beliefs system in any way whatsoever. I didn't care. I was in love and we were going to get married, so we were just getting a head start on that part of our life.
Forget that I couldn't exactly tell my parents what was going on, so I told them I lived next door to George (and they believed me.)

We moved from two separate spaces and worlds into one tiny one-bedroom apartment. Actually, there was a third player as well. For the first three months, one of his frat brothers stayed on the couch while he was in town doing his internship.

Three adults. One bedroom apartment. One bathroom.
This had success written all over it.