Hi Everybody! Sorry for the lack of posts lately. I forgot how moving just completely sucks out all your energy and takes over your life. Kinda like having a kid or going back to school, but with less life-altering implications.
I’ve gone from living with Kristian in a 450 square foot studio to a veritable palace of a two bedroom apartment. My cat didn’t quite know what to do with herself. She spent the first day here hiding at the back of my closet… presumably to better replicate the living environment that she had grown accustomed to. It’s going to be an adjustment for all of us… but in a good way.
We’ve moved on from the state of “everything we own is in boxes” to “almost everything we own is in boxes.” No longer do I have to go without necessities such as my L’Oreal Curl Vive conditioner or my favorite shoes. Now I just trip over things that haven’t been put away yet. But I trip over things all the time anyways, so it’s really not that different from my usual life.
I suppose that it’s a pretty big deal to be living in sin, but Kristian has pretty much living with me full time for the past several months, so that’s not all that unusual either. It did hit me in the women’s room today (admit it! you do all of your serious thinking in the bathroom too!) how far we have come. A little under a year ago, I was in training, trying to book plane tickets to see him in Europe and hoping that he would reciprocate my feelings when I got there. Now, I’m in the same training classroom with the same teacher. So much is the same, but so much is different. Kristian obviously felt pretty much the same as me and I get to go home to our apartment every night.
My bed has become our bed. His couch has become our couch. My microwave has become our microwave. I suppose that my cat has become our cat… but she’s been my baby since she was the world’s cutest kitten (ever!) so it’s hard to make that pronoun change. Kristian does clean her litter box more than I do, so I suppose that I should share.
We cleaned out the last of my stuff from my old place tonight. I suppose that I should have felt some nostalgia for the first space that I could truly call my own. The place where I came into my young adulthood. The place where the management company didn’t feel like giving us heat, hot water or honest answers for two weeks during the coldest part of last winter. Methinks that I will not miss my apartment so much.
