I am supposed to be in bed right now, but luckily I don't have class tomorrow. My mind is racing a million miles an hour and I just can't sleep. Buzz and Tim are so soundly a sleep and here I am.. wide awake, thinking and watching television. For a long time I pictured living with someone else, especially someone I loved as very different. Not that my situation is bad now, because Tim is absolutely wonderful, but more so, it is different.
I pictured moving in and having things unpacked by now, its been about two weeks since I moved in, and having a place for things to fit. Well that didn't work out. There is absolutely no room in this three story town house. Sad to say, but I had more room in my dorm than he does in this townhouse. Yes, there is room, don't get me wrong but there is NO WHERE TO PUT ANYTHING. I am drowning and living out of boxes at the moment.
I keep saying "oh ya, I will get to it tomorrow" but in reality, what is the point of unpacking if there is no where to put anything? He already had everything that a town house would need, I just added to the chaos. I know, I know, I should be thankful to at least have a place to stay, and I am. I really have no where else to go unless I head to Florida, which I know that would make all my aunt's hair fall out. There's no room for me anywhere but here. I feel so bad for putting Tim in this situation. I feel like he is stuck with me now.
I always try to see the positives to things too, but I am also the type to see the negatives too. When moving in with someone who has also lived alone for a while, it's a huge adjustment. Whose cooking? Whose cleaning? Whose doing dishes? Oh and how about that laundry that has needed to be done for a month? It's all an adjustment. Sharing a car, he's working full time, I go to school "full time", going to bed at a decent time, it all takes time and patience. He is used to his life being messy, unorganized, and going to work then coming home and doing nothing. But I am used to doing homework, cleaning, having organization and going out when I can. It's very, very, different.
^Just saying, but that was not a paragraph with complaint, it was a paragraph of facts. Like I said a few posts back, it's not going to be easy, it's going to be hard and we have to work at it every day, because it's true. Dating, and hanging out, or spending a couple nights here and there is WAYYY different then being in each other's face everyday. Before, I could go back to my apartment and he could go back to his... but now I have to get used to living here too. I have to get used to calling this my home.
I am thankful for so much: Tim, Buzz, having a place to live, being able to share a car and still go to school everyday.
Life is an adjustment, but it's going to work out. I will make sure of that.
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