overview As she ran a hand through her hair, the rubbing of plastic bags from the grocery store ringing in her ears, Hope smile a bit to herself as she traveled up the stairs that would lead to her shared apartment with William, a place that she had only been living in for about four months now though she could not deny that these had been some of the happiest four months of her life. Of course, it had been a bit of a big, and maybe even a little bit of a tough, decision to decide to finally move in with her boyfriend, if only because she knew that it would prompt new and more changes to their relationship and the thought nearly scared her a bit. Always in the back of her mind before she moved in did she wonder if things would truly change between the two of them, if only because she had heard from many people that you learn so many more things about a person after you move in with them, things that would either make the relationship stronger or break it apart. You learned a few more of their quirks, you learned more of the habits that they generally had especially in their place of living, and, to be honest, the thought of that had previously made her nervous. But not only had the thought of what could happen between them made her nervous, but also just the thought that she would no longer have her own place once she moved in. As she called it often, it was a shared apartment between the two of them, despite the fact that it had been, and still technically was, his apartment before she moved in, and with sharing an apartment came sharing just about everything with each other. Of course they had their own things and a little bit of their own space, but Hope still knew that it would be a change. It would be an adjustment waking up to see him every morning, whether he was still in bed with her at the times she woke up or if he was in the apartment doing something else, and it was an adjustment to see how he worked through things and how he dealt with things in the home environment. It wasn't to say that her complete view of him had changed, especially since she liked to think that she knew William pretty well, but she had noticed a few more quirks of his that she couldn't help but find endearing, and she was more than positive that a few of her own quirks had shown throughout the course of her living there. Like the fact that if she had the choice to just stay in bed some days she would. Not to say that she would choose that every day, but every once in a while she thought a day like that would be nice. But also little quirks of hers involved her humming and singing in the shower every time she took one, despite how she had no singing voice in the least bit, and how she would more often than not always clean the kitchen if something seemed dirty or out of place in there had shown. She just didn't like things to look dirty. Despite the major changes that had happened over the course of the four months, however, Hope was happy, and she couldn't have imagined anything better. In her own words before, this was better than when she would sneak -well not really sneak- into his place while they were in their senior year of college so that she could spend the night over. Now she just didn't have to leave in the morning like she used to. As she made it to the door of the apartment, she fumbled around with her purse as she tried to balance the bags that she had on her arms and hands, trying to locate the keys that had, somehow, found their way to the bottom of her purse. Frowning a bit at the feeling, when she was finally able to retrieve the keys from the bag she smiled to herself and went to unlock to door, maneuvering herself to latch one of her hands onto the doorknob so that she could twist the knob open to open the door, which she had been able to do with relative ease after she was able to get a hold of the object. And as soon as she opened the door and stepped into the apartment the excited sounds of Jazzy came to Hope's ears, causing her to look down at the ground as she kicked the door shut. "Hey, Jazzy," she sounded out with a bit of a laugh in her voice as she traveled over to the little kitchen that they had. When she was finally able to get the weight of the bags off of her arms, she breathed out a sigh before she looked back down at the ground and smiled softly as she bent down to rub her hands against the top of the little dog's head. Living with a dog had been a bit of an adjustment as well, especially seeing as how she had never grown up with an animal when she was younger. Not that she hadn't asked her parents, but the fact that her father was allergic to most animal fur stopped any notion of them getting a pet. After petting the dog for another second, she stood up and started with the bags then, opening them up completely and then taking the items out as she started to put them away. All she had really picked up were a few things that they needed around the place; a few more cleaning supplies, some milk and butter and fruit and chicken and other food essentials that they were running out of, as well as dog food for Jazzy that they had been running low on. Not a big list of items, but enough to get them by for a little bit. And as she put the items away, she continued to go through a mental check list of what she had to do for the rest of the day, which wasn't much but she had to go through her camera to look at a few pictures and edit them, as well as just prepare herself for the weekend since she had wedding to shoot on Saturday. Not anything too difficult to shoot, or at least she didn't think so after having the meeting she did with the clients earlier that day. Nevertheless, she shook her head to herself as she continued to put the things away.