Over the past few months, the boyfriend and I have been discussing moving in together. Yup, COHABITATION. Big steps. I mean, we basically already live together because I have a comfortable house and he has a sailboat that isn’t the warmest during the winter months. We eat our meals together, our dogs are always together, we share laundry duties. On some practical level, cohabitation is nothing especially new… but putting a label on it is, especially in #mytinybungalow. Did you know that it doesn’t have a single closet and measures at 640 sqft total? And those are just my practical thoughts. There are so many other things to think about… perhaps you guys have some advice?
I think our first step is to figure out a more sustainable storage situation. I’ve been able to get by on my own with a rolling rack and vintage tall boy dresser, but Sean has stuff, too. The renovation of the bedroom is next on my list, with DIY-ing a closet the first and foremost essential. Any tips here? I’m thinking there will be some IKEA hack action soon…
And have you ever heard of ‘secret single behavior?’ Mine is taking off my bra and pants as soon as I walk through the door and leaving them draped on the couch. I also eat meals standing up at the kitchen counter while wearing a facemask and practicing my kegels. I’ve discovered some of my ‘always lived alone’ habits annoy Sean, like the number of pillows I insist on keeping on the bed. I’m sort of freaked out that cohabitation means not doing any of those things because they are just too weird… but then I think that’s what he likes about me, too. Lots of thoughts in my head, especially as someone who’s never cohabitated before.
One more thought in my mind: I own this house. We didn’t buy it together. But my deepest wish is that #mytinybungalow feels like #histinybungalow, too. That he grows to love it as much as I do. And that he wants to be the Chip to my Joanna when it comes to all of these damn renovations. It’s weird though, because people just assume that we got the house together. On one hand, I want them to know that I am an independent woman who can buy her own house, thank you very much… but then a lot of the time I just let it go because it’s more important to me that we share a space and have a home together, however the home came to be ours.
See what I did there? Compromise. I hear I’ll be doing a lot of it.
Anyways, you guys are always so wise — what advice have you got for me?
ps — I also found this post on Wit & Delight especially enlightening.
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