Day 10 ~ Finding our way(s)

When you first move in with someone, doesn’t matter if it’s the first time or the fifth time, there’s going to have to be adjustment and compromise on both sides… and vaccum packing bags. Lots of vacuum packing bags.

Staying at someone’s for the weekend, when you have time to manage in a small amount of space, and when it might seem funny for you both to try and squeeze through the gap between the bed and the wardrobe at the same time, is great. But by day 10 it can become a bit wearing to have to climb over the bed to get to the wardrobe because the other person is using the mirror and you need some trousers and the dog is in the way and the cable of the straighteners means you can’t open the drawer…

Then there’s timings. MrS has to catch an earlier train than me, but it takes me longer to shower on days when I wash my hair. Who goes first?  The one thing that has naturally occurred is that I have gotten into the routine of making us both tea and coffee whilst I’m downstairs first thing with the dog and bringing it back to bed, so whoever doesn’t make it to the shower first can at least enjoy tea (and twitter) in bed. I either end up with loads of time or no time. At least it doesn’t take me long to decide what to wear every day, mainly because, despite the fact that MrS bought me my own wardrobe a few months back, a large amount of my clothing is still in Norwich…

MrS is used to being independent and is very capable. I am used to doing everything for someone. We both need to make adjustments. He doesn’t expect me to do his washing and ironing. I don’t know how to let someone else do mine.  I can’t find things in the cupboards, because they’re not where I would put them. The kitchen knives are different; I can’t work the tv; the clock radio plays Planet Rock at 6:40 every morning, not Radio 2; he has girly toiletries everywhere; he had to buy more towels and new bedlinen; he has to Share His Bedroom With a Girl. We won’t even mention the cat and dog thing right now…

One thing I am very much enjoying, however, is MrS’s love of cooking. Because of the

many comings and goings in the house and the fact that we both get home after 6:30,  we plan the week’s meals in advance together (the part he hates) and he cooks them (the part he loves). Being a chemist at heart, the alchemy of cooking gives him a chance to unwind at the end of the day. The food he creates is fantastic. I sit at the breakfast bar whilst he cooks and we chat to each other, and the Offspring, about our days. We also now have a shopping list that sits on the worktop, so that things can be added as the week progresses, rather than MrS sitting in front of the computer each week, wracking his brain, trying to remember what it was someone said we needed to order from Tesco.com 3 days ago (usually shower gel it seems…)

We are currently trying to find a bigger house together. MrS’s house is great, but we need more space. We need more bedrooms so that all the offspring feel like it’s their home and they’re not just guests. Even though the likelihood is that they’ll only all be there together at the same time approximately 4 times a year, no one likes sleeping on the sofa, or borrowing someone else’s bed. I also want to be able to have my friends to stay. There will be the merging of “stuff” at some point. Whilst we have identical feelings about the majority of things, we also have very different tastes in others. Apart from the obvious things like music, we also both have very different art on our respective walls, and whilst most of my furniture will end up in the flat in Norwich I’ll still have some bits and pieces I want to keep. I would like a study, he will need a drum studio, maybe we will have our “his and hers” stuff in those!

So, watch this space, if you can find any…

Plucky x