Moving In.

So I made that whole, lovely to-do post (leaving out minor to-do's like go to Rocca di Papa and find the hill that your car, if placed in neutral, will roll UP instead of down) but this weekend was unable to knock any off the list--- but it was a good weekend anyway.

Sunday we ended up driving out to a town in the Castelli Romani and having a birthday-lunch for Jac's nonnina (grandmother) with his whole family. Fresh air, lots of green, pan-views and high bridges. What a Roman weekend outing is made of.

After returning home for a cat-nap (literally - CAT nap -- Flip plopped herself belly-up into my arms and fell asleep and Jac and I ended up passing out ourselves for a few hours) Jac and I decided to go out on the town -- ended up at "Bafetto" a famous pizzeria in the centre, and over our 4 euro yummy, paper-thin margherita pizzas and two bottles of nastro azzuro national beer we starting talking about moving in together.

And as of last night I officially have his go to start looking (slowly) for an apartment :-). To share that is. With him.

Now, I've never lived with a man before (though i've come close)so this is a rather large leap-step... it also (sort of) solidifies that fact which I am really trying my best to avoid admitting or even thinking -- which is -- i'm here, in Rome, and -- i'm not going anywhere.