Moving on... Down?

That's not how the song goes. It should be moving on up. Unfortunately, that's not the situation with my boyfriend and me.

I recently asked the Martster to move in with me. Let me preface: MT is moving back home next June so that he can go to school full time for a year. At the same time, his grandmother and his sister are also moving back in with his parents. That means that there's not even a room for MT to live in except in the basement. Also, MT can't afford his car while in school, so he'll be taking the train from the NE to Center City every day.

What's that, you say? It'd make more sense for MT to live with his gf who actually lives in Center City? And it'd prevent him from living next to a washing machine? And his gf won't have to drive to the NE to see him- and hang out at his parents' house?

The funny part is, I brought this up to him again tonight, and he actually said, "You asked me to move in with you?" Oh boy...

In the end, his reasoning is that he'd feel like he's free-loading. Relationships are give and take, but I'll respect his reasoning. He's already brought up where he wants to live when we do move in together (independently and before I asked about this). That makes me think that I'm not getting played. We get along so easily and perfectly that I'm not going to let this one thing ruin our fun. I mean, I'd rather this than not be allowed to eat cheese*.


*BF's in the past have imposed this rule.