Well today is (was) the day I moved out of my bf's house. We were flatmates before the relationship began, and started looking at changing the living arrangements soon after we got together.
I've all ready shared my views on being an example to the younger women at church, the ease of temptation, etc etc time and time again on here, so I'm not going to bore you with it all again.
I will say this, though. There is a part of me that is sad I won't be experiencing little everyday house things with him for the first time after we're married. Things like buying stuff for our house, cooking together, even silly little things like how each other clean our teeth, and how we each sleep are little things I know all ready and won't get to learn for the first time after our wedding. It may sound silly, but I am sad that I won't experience all of that for the first time. I'm REALLY sad that I've all ready shared a room with him a few times (on holidays with his brother and stuff - one bedroom house), as although that might make it easy when it comes to adjusting to another person in the room when we're married, I'm sad that the first night we sleep together on our wedding night (ie as in LITERAL sleep), won't be the first time ever.
That stuff makes me sad.
Sasch