Somewhere between Glassboro and Ewing, NJ there a space between my boyfriend and I. Personally I love the hour difference or the 56 miles which ever you prefer to say. It gives me the chance to miss the annoying things he does. The way he yells at me for leaving my dirty clothing on the floor becomes charming. The little things that I hate become lovable when I haven't seen him for awhile.

            I mean I can't even deal with hanging out with friends for more than three days in a row. I call it my three day rule. After three days of consecutively seeing someone I need a break from them.  

            What happens when that space becomes whittled to nothing, like if you moved in together?

            A couple that I met through my boyfriend is perfectly happy living together. They are just the cutest couple. This picturesque couple eats, breath, and sleep together without a problem. I mean they are so ideal they make meals together, and afterward cuddle in front of the television together. 

            On a similar note my brother is already thinking about living his girlfriend in the fall. Might I add they have been seeing each other 6 months less than I have been seeing my other half. How can one be so sure they are ready to make the leap into living together? As far as I am concerned they have a good thing going on because they are five hours away from each other. The mess in my brother’s room is not an issue since she doesn't have to live in his space. Her love of getting new bedding isn't an issue with my brother keeping his favorite comforter.

            I don't know maybe I am just one of the outliers and the rest of the world was just meant to live happily with their significant others. Well I am happy to say my issue with space isn't an issue. I have three more semesters left in school so I will not have to worry about moving in with anyone relatively soon anyway. Plus if in the distant future I move in with a boyfriend at least I can look forward to our differences in schedules.