Reflections on Moving In

A year ago today, we took the big plunge and we moved in together. And it has been a year full of getting to know each other on such a different level and has really strengthened our relationship.

It's a funny thing when you go from sharing your weekends and dinners with someone you are dating to cohabiting with them. It changes everything. It is an immensely powerful act of trust to share your personal space with another- to share your home. 

There is no hiding. There is no "my way." 

I'd be lying if I told you I wasn't a bit leery. (I know how terrible these things can end. Been there, done that.) But we have experienced such a wonderful year of building our first home together.

Sure I get irritated when he opens a new gallon of milk before finishing the other. And he gets grossed out that my hair is ev.ery.where. And I am so over his OCD expectations and he could kill my snooze button. I hate Monday night RAW and he hates the Real Housewives.

But for every frustration there lies these pure and beautiful moments. Coming home to find he did all my laundry. Making him Saturday brunch. His approval of my new decorations or my appreciation for his hug waiting for me at the door at the end of a long day. Enjoying our deck with full glasses of wine. Killing the bugs that get into our living room when we leave the door open while drinking said wine on said deck (that's a story I owe you). Putting together our first pieces of furniture. Relief when he comes home with a pizza so I don't have to cook. Movie nights, back scratches and head rubs. And my favorite, our lazy Sundays.

I am so very grateful to have a partner. While it is wonderful to have someone to go with on trips, to dinners, to fairs and parties, it is so much more fulfilling to have someone to come home to. A person who truly desires to be your teammate in all things. A love that will concede its boundaries to find a place with you. One year down, many more to go.