you and florence have been together for one and a half years, you’d never really had trouble with her career, never had issues with time zones and missed small celebrations, you could always do that over the phone. now that she’s back at home, you set out the idea to move in, no not into her house or yours, but into a new one together. you were both in a very stable place, you had the money, she’s just wrapped up a couple movies, why the hell not?

you house hunted for ages, you didn’t want anything fancy, mainly a two story was what you really considered fancy, but your hearts settled on a medium sized, two story tuscan house in the east suburbs. it was perfect, the warm cosy vibe, in your price range, but really if it was up to all the money in the world you would’ve gotten an olden victorian house, but the renovating would’ve been too much.

now your moving in after the quick fix ups, your still painting the upstairs rooms, there is so many, you can hardly think of more room ideas, i’m sure billie could get her own room here. the boxes are piling up and florence is making back and forth trips in a moving truck while your organising the boxes, paints and tools. the driveway gate opens and florence drives up, by the time you come outside she’s unloading the boxes and furniture, struggling to get a heavy box labeled ‘kitchen appliances’.

“hey love! a hand please?”