I thought I met the love of my life in November 2015. We were 18. I was fresh out of high school and ready to take on the world. Our mutual friend hooked us up, claiming we'd be "best friends if we met."
Today, my boyfriend and I headed to Walmart to find something for lunch, as well as pick up some housekeeping things I needed. After roaming around and being indecisive for a while, he mentioned he really wasn't feeling that well and would be okay with just a coffee. We left Walmart with the groceries in tow and headed to Dunkin Donuts, because if you're going to have coffee you might as well do it right.
Moving out on your own for the first time. Wow. You did it. You saved up enough money for two months rent (for the entire apartment) and found a roommate; you're as ready as can be.