Space Invanders

No, this is not a war of the worlds, post-apocalyptic blog post. This is a blog about the GIGANTIC, MOMENTOUS decision to move in with your boyfriend or girlfriend. Or, more specifically, moving in with me.
I am an only child, and have never had to share a room with a sibling, dying grandmother, or any other relative. I use this as my Freudian explanation on why I prefer to live alone, and will sacrifice larger living accommodations, cable television, and meals out in order to live alone in my one bedroom apartment. I don't have any particularly odd living habits that would make me an undesirable roommate (at least according to me), I just like the quietness that living alone affords me. Okay sure, sometimes there is naked time, or bizarre beauty rituals, but mostly I just like to relax watch 3 hours of Law and Order (thank you TNT), and go to bed at an hour traditionally reserved for the elderly.
Which is why, I am a little nervous about allowing my boyfriend--the love of my life--to move in with me. Sure, he's wonderful, generous, witty, loving, romantic, and generally the most special person to me in the world...but will he remain this way when he moves in? Yesterday we spoke on the phone and he was rattling off a short list of things he will be bringing with him into the apartment. 1. Clothes. Okay, I realize this is considered a staple for most people, but I view each shirt that he brings as one less hanger and one less square inch of closet space. Shoes. Okay, one pair should be sufficient. Any additional pairs will be banished to the dirt basement in my apartment (sorry in advance for the spiders). Bicycle. Fine, this can stay outside in the shed. PlayStation 3. YIKES! A PlayStation 3 signifies that the apartment is no longer MINE, but is now OURS. There is no mistaking the PlayStation as a joint asset, this is strictly for his amusement, and although there are less healthy electronic addictions (say, Internet porn), I still have some reservations. Mostly that he will be content to spend hours on the sofa, gain a pot belly and master grand theft auto #17.
But ultimately it is the unknown in our relationship that excites me the most. I look forward to this next "journey" that we are about to embark on, and I welcome it...just so long as it keeps the toilet seat down.