OK, this is the big one. I think I was subconsciously anxious about this the day my boyfriend and I even started to discuss the idea of moving. Living together is a test of sorts. If you haven't done it before, you will absolutely learn things about your partner, even if you thought you knew everything. You'll learn how to work with each other and how to support one another in a different way than you had before. When you're stressed about a work incident, your SO will be the first person you spend time with when you get home at the end of the day. Will you be able to give each other advice and to console each other? Will his/her little quirks piss you off to the point that you argue about it?
All of this, you'll see in time. Not five days, but give it five nights, and I promise that on that sixth morning, you'll wake up more relieved. You will say to yourself, "Wow, no matter what happens, we are totally doing this because we love each other and we both want it to work wholeheartedly. We wouldn't be in the same bed if we didn't!" On day four, a very good friend of mine comforted me when she told me that my boyfriend "loves you like f*cking crazy and wouldn't have done this with you if he even felt slightly off about it." It's pretty simple, but that has stuck with me every day since, and it's what I will repeat to myself every time anxiety knocks on the door without my permission, forgetting to check in with the door man first.
