Living with the Peach.......

So the Peach is considering buying a house. I guess I shouldn't say considering he is frantically looking to buy a house because he is officially being evicted from his Mum's house as she is downsizing.

Now I can't feel too bad for him because at the tender age of 26 it's probably time to be out on your own. Frankly I think it will be the best thing for him to be paying bills and having a little responsibility.
It came up that I'm looking to move out of my shoebox of an apartment back when he first mentioned buying a house. That was a couple of months ago.

I'm kinda lazy sometimes so I made a half-assed attempt one weekend to apartment hunt with primaDonna but after seeing a shitty little bachelor apartment (that would have been suitable as a walk-in closet, at most for me) that put a slight distaste in my mouth. Instead I've decided to endure ignorant neighbours who buzz your door at 3 am, the smell of hot, rotting garbage emanating from the old guy's apartment beneath me and basically some trailer trash who don't seem to have a job to go to, ever.

I digress. So he asked if I would move into his house when he got one. I said sure thinking not much would come of it. But here we are two months later and he's put an offer on a house and is hoping that he can count on me as a roommate.

Perhaps I should explain why this is a bit of a worry for me. The Peach and I have some considerable history. Things got messy and we stopped talking for a little while. There was no dating involved per se. But let's just say he was a very large part of my life at the most tumultuous time of my life (trust me 2005 was a rollercoaster of hellish emotional baggage).

So I'm just not sure that it would be a good thing to potentially fall back into some of that after I have worked so hard over the past 8 or so months to get over him.......

I guess I'll cross that bridge when I get to it.....