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  • I'm moving to Boston with my girlfriend, and we're planning on living together. First, though, we have to tell our parents — get their blessing, I guess.

    Five years ago, I would've said it over the phone. My voice would've been quivering. I would've said, "Is it OK if we live together?"

    This time around, I waited until my mom came to visit. I convinced her to take a walk with me alongside the East River on a breezy night. And nonchalantly I said, "I think we're going to live together."

    She said she's just worried it could get complicated, though she's OK with it. I got what I wanted, so I pushed the conversation along — about our dog, my tax returns, her 401k.

    If nothing else, I've learned to read off the script that says 'Adult' on the cover. It's useful when you're scared shitless.
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