PSM, Cycles, and a Plea for Advice

My Spawn left me for college three years ago this month. It feels like yesterday and a lifetime ago. I'll never forget him, at 17, shoving me off the PSM cliff when he said, "You have got to stop basing your decisions on me."  He was right, of course, but it was paralyzing. I didn't know how to make decisions any other way. I still struggle, but I'm better at it just recently, which brings me to the latest in a string of PSM ironies. (It's crazy how once you think you've got a Stage licked, it pops up again.)

This year has been a real growth spurt for me. I've seen a more independent, less worried (you know how we worry, right?), more comfortable, more in touch, more open, and I think a little more fun me. I returned from an extended road-tripesque vacation this summer (my first solo trip to speak of) with a plan to step up my hunt for a new house. My current place is draining and the opposite of today's me, to say the least and has been for some time. Anyway, after two weeks, a little waffling, and two meltdowns later, I found it. I love it. I think it's adorable. I'll have to tell you sometime how this house was really manifested while I was on my trip. (I showed the picture to a man recently, and he quipped,"Is that a villa or a cottage?" Yea, I don't care. It's either and it's both and shut the hell up.)  

This house has two bedrooms and one bathroom. It's small, comfy, cozy, and girly, I dare say. I move in September 1st which brings me to the subject of all this PSM talk: Spawn. Remember my not basing decisions on him? Well, I didn't. And guess what? He finishes school on the 12th and moves in with me on the 16th.

I'll let you sit with that for a moment. I had to. I love him to pieces, don't you get me wrong, but I'm finding it so strange. It took me three years to get to this new vantage point of making a decision based solely on me and then here he comes.

Oh, PSM, I can't decide whether you're mean or funny. Maybe a little of both. I think we need a new Stage for sharing a bathroom with a grown post-college man. And I think I'll call it TERROR.

Any advice from fellow PSMers who have been here/done that is welcomed and appreciated!!!

*Disclaimer: He is even more stressed out about living together than I am, which is a good thing that I hope to use to my advantage. He is going to Atlanta to be with family there in September, which I think is a fantastic plan while he interviews for internships and jobs until 2012 grad school in 2012.