The weekend of the eleventh of September was when Neal and I first started making veiled hints at marriage. Sunday the twelfth, we stated it explicitly and started planning. Well, now that we were decided that we were going to be a family together, going to family home evening with a bunch of new people in the ward seemed a little superfluous. That Monday, I had tried to get my finger sized for a ring during a break between classes, and Neal texted me the suggestion that we go to Orem that evening. So we found ourselves at Wilson's Diamonds. I did use the finger-sizing keyring, but of course my eyes were drawn to one of the display cases that housed all kinds of the simple, white gold rings that I liked. One ring stayed on my finger and under my adoring gaze for about five to seven minutes, so it was decided. That was the one, and Neal signed the contract to pay that evening. Perhaps a little bit more expensive an FHE than we had bargained for.
The next (probably premature) step in the process was finding a place to live. I had been researching compulsively since about the time we picked out the ring and making note of the apartments that I liked and the associated contact information. FHE on Monday the 20th was supposed to be a drive around Provo to check out some of the listings I had collected, but the streak of blessed coincidences would not be broken. We drove to a secluded part of Provo by the river and saw a For Rent sign. Neal and I walked all around the advertised apartment and peeked into all the windows we could reach. After a quick survey, I called the number on the sign and immediately started talking to the landlady about our interest in the place. We met with her in person, and she told us that another person had talked about putting down a security deposit, but that she would call us later that evening if she and her husband decided they had spent too long waiting for the money. And then, of course, walking through Smiths just an hour or so later, Neal and I received the phone call telling us that the apartment was ours for the taking. We brought the security deposit down to the landlady and talked about when we should move Neal in and whether or not we could prorate October. And that's how we came upon housing during our second FHE, before we were even officially engaged.
You know, though, I have thought about it, and I don't think this is impulsiveness at all. I don't feel like I'm living life at all precariously, just that I'm making decisions that have to be made, and fast. Everything is falling into place, and I'm just waiting for the surprise to hit me in the face one of these days. If it ever does.
Tomorrow we're spending FHE looking for basic furniture. Something tells me we might have something for Neal to sleep on in the new apartment before the week is over.
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