So, yeah.

It's been an interesting week and I've been making plans to have sex with as many people as possible because I've been so cranky with him.

Then I get this voicemail from him:

Hi, I was just sitting on the porch having a cup of coffee thinking about things. And I think I've figured out what I want to do. And if what I want to do matches up with what you want to do, well then we'll stick it on the plan shelf.

So, yeah. Moving here in August.