I’m going through a major adjustment period right now.
I’ve been with my boyfriend for a few years and we went from living together, to him moving to another city for two years for school while I moved in with some friends to save on rent, and we’re now a week into living together again in a brand new place all to ourselves. Sounds great, right?
It is, in so many ways, but not in every way, yet. I feel like I’m easing back into the life of having another person in my space. All of the time. I’m now hyper aware of having to be really quiet getting ready for work in the morning, feeling ok about having weird combos of things for dinner just because I want to, and lots of little things I forgot he does. Like how does he get so much water on the bathroom sink, or leave his shoes in places I’m inevitably going to trip over them, or use SO many more dishes and utensils than me when preparing dinner which means SO many more dishes to wash?
But then I just remind myself that he’s totally going through the same thing and readjusting to living with me and all my strange habits. Like opening cabinets and then leaving the room without closing them, turning on all the lights for no reason, or leaving water glasses all over the apartment. Then I think about how amazing it is coming home each day knowing he’s there and that makes up for it, but it’s going to take me a little while longer to get used to him stealing the comforter every single night. Have you guys ever been in this position??