When Mary and I realized that we were in love and wanted to become a couple, we only had one obstacle to overcome - the fact that we live over 1,200 miles away from each other. After some discussion, we decided that since we both want to be together, the only way that would be possible was if one of us moved to the other's hometown. So since Mary always wanted to live in New York City - she decided that she would move here and live with me.

Since we have discussed it, I have waited very impatiently for the day that Mary would arrive at my doorstep with her belongings - and begin a new life in New York City with me. We did have two trial runs when she was here in August and she "lived" with me, and when I went to Florida a few weeks ago and I "lived" with her. During those two weekends, I could not believe how naturally we both took to sharing the same bed, shower and room. It seemed as if we lived together already, because neither of us felt awkward, despite the fact that we never even slept next to each other before she came to see me in August.

And now, she will come to see me once again in just seventeen days - but this time - she is coming with all of her belongings and moving in with me - and our life together will officially begin.

Seventeen days. I cannot believe that Mary and I will be living together in seventeen days. Since the day I met her in June of 2002 at the Second Annual South Park Convention, I have always wondered what it would be like to be her boyfriend and live with her - and now I will find that out in less than three weeks.

What amazes me so much about Mary and shows me that she does indeed truly love me is that she is coming here and leaving behind everything that is familiar to her - and that I am the first man she has ever moved in with. The fact that she not only chose me as her first "live in lover" - but is willing to move so far from home to be with me is the clearest indication that she loves me and wants this as badly as I do - and I consider what she is doing a great honor.

As "moving day" gets closer and closer, I get more and more excited. I can't wait to combine our life's possessions, put her name on the mailbox - and hear her key in the door. But more than that - I can't wait to start my days by waking up next to her - and end them by sleeping in her arms. I look forward to cooking her dinner, watching football on the couch with her - and sharing a cup of hot chocolate on a cold winters day. I am eagerly anticipating our first Christmas, New Year's Eve - and Valentine's Day together. But more than anything - I can't wait to never have to miss her again.

Only seventeen days until the first day of the rest of our lives.