Today the FC and I just signed the papers on our new love nest, a cozy two bedroom coachhouse we’re going to renovate in the Spring. Living in my current apartment — as much as I love it — the FC can never really call it his. Having a new place together where we share in the decisions and responsibilities solves that problem.
Co-ownership: another ingredient in the recipe for love? Or a recipe for disaster? We’ll soon find out. (Our renovation starts in March, so stay tuned.)