When Fros Collide

This time last year, I had already decided to begin my journey as a single mom.  For me, this meant:  finding a sperm donor, and if I needed to, using some of those eggs I had frozen.

Before this single mom adventure moved forward, I needed to find a new place to live. Somewhere me and my future kid would be comfortable.  As much as I loved being downtown, my loft living situation wasn't conducive to a new addition.  I mean, the only doors in the apartment were the main one and the door to the bathroom.  So I started looking for an apartment with more doors; a two bedroom. 

For those who aren't aware, rent in Los Angeles is completely insane.  During my search for a new pad, I realized renting a two bedroom flat would cost more monthly than a mortgage for a condo or small house.  Seriously.  THEN I added up all the rent checks I've written since moving to LA.  Get ready.  No, really hold on to your hats -- I've paid (or rather flushed) almost $150,000 in rent in the last 10 years.  Are you kidding me?!  I could have equity in a property.  After seeing the numbers, I couldn't deny the best choice was for me to buy my first house.  

After working with a super-awesome realtor, Shannon Shue, and looking at what seemed like a hundred houses, I finally found my home!  A cute bungalow:  2 bedrooms with a den, garage, a grapefruit AND lemon tree in the backyard.  I moved in Dec 9, 2016.

With a roof for me and my future kid checked off the list, my sperm donor research began.  Medical records, physical features, ethnic origin, ancestry, educational level, vile type, blood type, religion -  a ton of information to go through.  It was really overwhelming.

In the middle of it all, I had a mini a-ha moment:  shortly before and once I got pregnant, I wouldn't be dating anymore for who knows how long.  With that realization, I figured it wouldn't hurt to go on a few last dates before my single mom life started to unfold.  I signed up for Tinder.  I figured I'd "soft date" as a friend of mine calls it.  Soft dating doesn't include all the juicy stuff like sex, meeting friends or family.  Just basic surface level stuff for fun.

It's interesting, just when you decide things are heading in one direction, the Universe shifts gears.

Remember when I said I was going on my last few dates?  Well, that ended up being true, but  just not in the way I expected.  I met someone.  On Tinder.  The guy who is totally my person.  Ari.  Guess what?  On November 9, 2017, he asked me to marry him.  I said, "Yes!" Actually I said, "Hell yes!"  The big day is set for March 25, 2018.  I can't wait to see what the Universe has in store for us.