My husband and I moved into our own apartment this weekend.
This is the first time we’ve lived alone together as a couple. Years ago, before we dated, he and I had an apartment together for 6 months, but its different when you’re actually a couple.
I found it funny that I ended up scrubbing the bathroom upstairs, just like I did 6 years ago when he first moved into that house. “So it ends as it began,” I thought.
And yet…so very different.
That house has seen so many residents…relationships…
Morgan, Pat, and Goldy.
Morgan, Pat, Tom, and Stephanie.
Morgan, Pat, Tom, Stephanie, and Kim.
Morgan, Pat, Tom, Stephanie, and me, and the occasional stay of Jessica.
Morgan, Pat, Me, and Todd.
Morgan, Pat, Me, Danelle, Heather, Scarecrow.
Morgan, Pat, Me, Heather, Scarecrow.
Morgan, Pat, Me, and Ira.
Morgan, Me, Ira.
Morgan, Me, Ira, and Skylar.
Not to mention all of the pets: Charlie, Harley, the ferret, Jessica’s dog (I can’t remember her name), Mossyman, Bug kitty, Misfit, Jack, and Phedra…
This house saw the start of Morgan and I as a couple. The house his book was written in. The house where he decided that he wanted to marry me. The house that we came home to as husband and wife.
I’m a little sad to be leaving the place where so many good things have happened.
But in truth, leaving the house is the best decision for us.
After all, this is the house that many of our friendships and relationships dissolved in…the house that so many of my personal demons reside in. We’ve had struggles, and confrontations. Passive aggressiveness, lies, deceit…
And so this weekend, we moved into our own space.
Its small, but its just us and the dogs.
I mean…its small. Its a 624 square foot, one bedroom apartment.
The living room is pretty small…only room for 1 love seat.
The kitchen is pretty poorly designed…for a cook, its a bit of a nightmare.
But its ours.
We’re the only ones living here. Using the space. Running the air conditioning. Using the dishes.
We don’t have to rely on anyone else for anything. If rent is short, its our fault. If our bills are outrageously high, its our fault. If we leave the AC on 77 for three days, its our fault. No one else’s.
There have been a couple of growing pains already. The power went out last night. Not the apartment’s fault, of course, the entire complex went out. But while it was out, some other residents decided to have a pool party at 12:30 AM, complete with diving, splashing, screaming, yelling, and obnoxiously loud laughing. We couldn’t reach the security guards. I’m stopping in the office today after work, because that’s not acceptable. We signed a “silent swimming” clause in our lease about anything after 10 pm…I only got 3-4 hours of sleep because of their noise (and the power being out.)
The pups are starting to settle in a bit too. Jack has been anxious for weeks, and has had tummy problems for the last 2 days, but I think he’s finally starting to settle down a little bit. Phedra is actually eating, and is SLOWLY learning to go potty while on a leash. Its a learning process.
I’m not sure of much these days.
This year has sucked the life out of me, and its not even over yet. But the two things I am positive of: my husband, and the decision to live on our own.
We were trying to move in with friends, and things just never worked out in our favor for that to happen. I truly believe that the Universe was trying to speak to us. To tell us that its better for us to have our OWN space at this time in our lives.
This process has been exhausting. Between not being approved for the perfect house with our 2 best friends and goddaughter (someone else applied first and was approved), to submitting an application with another friend and having him bail, to the actual physical process of moving and unpacking, I’m exhausted.
Mind you, the move itself was pretty painless. We had some amazing friends help us with loading and unloading, but it was physically taxing. Mentally too, to be honest. I don’t think anyone likes to move.
I’m very ready for things to settle down, so we can settle in.
I’ll be working on our closet tonight, and maybe the book shelves too. We have a friend coming into town tomorrow that we’ve offered our couch to…I would hate for it to be covered in junk.
The apartment already feels like home, though. I think part of it is just intention. Morgan and I both just want for this to be a comfortable, safe space for us, and for our pups. A nice cozy spot for our friends to visit.
I think we’re getting there.
I’m hopeful that with this move, we can leave behind some of the negativity that has followed us around for a while…no more sadness about Pat and his ghosting on us. No more worry about finances. No more passive aggressive posts from others (who have no cause to bitch, really). Less drama. I can’t really say no drama, because that’s really difficult to come by, but that is the general goal. More time for each other, and more time for friends.
I’ve been working through The Desire Map by Danielle LaPorte, a book that helps you focus on how you want to feel, and how to achieve those feelings. I won’t go into deep detail here, you should really check out the book though, its life changing. The basic premise is that you need to discover your Core Desired Feelings (CDFs) and then figure out ways to achieve those feelings.
This move has put me in touch with several of mine:
…we’re working on UNCLUTTERED.
Its exciting when things start lining up, and I can’t wait to see what other blessings the Universe has in store for the two of us.