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All good things must come to an end, as goes the old cliché. So it is for me at present with relation to the end of my share-house experience, as I embark upon the adventure of living with, and only with, my boyfriend of two years.

I have loved living with a revolving door of friends over the past 4 years. I remember as a teenager thinking the absolute dream way to live was just as the characters did in Friends the TV show, walking in and out of each other’s houses and lives with a degree of familiarity and strong sense of family.

I have been lucky enough to have that from pretty much the moment I left home at 18, and as such, the idea of settling down to live with just one other person, theoretically for good, can at times be a little daunting.

The good thing is that it is also something I am really looking forward to. I am looking forward to not having to plan social engagements and sleeping arrangements so much, and to have down time at home where we can just be in each other’s company without thinking about all the tasks we could each be doing if we were at home.

Also, the group of friends I have grown with and loved are by and large all settling down in various forms at the same time, meaning my degree of FOMO should be limited. My best housemate is in fact moving across to the other side of the world, so that makes the change, if not easier, at least impossible to prevent.

What’s more, just because my living circumstances are changing, doesn’t mean I must necessarily be any more distant than at present. Chandler and Monica moved in together and stayed as close to the rest of the gang as ever!

I am apprehensive but excited, which I think is always a good sign. Endings and beginnings.