When Fred and I took the plunge, it felt like the right thing to do. We were definitely set to rent some where and had some options.
He was stressed by the move. Every spare minute was spent on the place. And he got a bee in his bonnet when his parents kept asking him when would he be moving in. They weren't pushing him out the door but it was coming up for two months. And when Fred came in from work nobody was safe if he happened to be in foul mood.
When we both moved to our pad, the start of our lives together, there was no honey moon phase. But it was better after an up and down few years. It looked on the outside that we had settled our differences, broke away from wild youth and had a future together.