Long story short, my parents are charging me half the rent I pay now to live with them until the wedding. They also happen to be 20 minutes from my work instead of the 40 minutes it takes me to get to work from the condo. My fiancé lives 1 hour and 30 minutes from where I work. So cutting down my commute time and rent expenses means more money for the wedding and more time for school. And yet… my room in the condo was mine. Wonderfully mine.
While I have been slowly packing things up and moving boxes in short trips to both my parent’s and fiancé’s homes, I’ve still felt a strong pull and ownership. As my condo mate brought in new people to see the place, I felt a creeping jealousy towards my potential replacements.