Moving in with your significant other for the first time can be intimidating. What if he ends up hating me? What if I end up hating him? What if we end up hating each other? You get the idea. Thankfully, I knew James for years before we moved in and we dated long-distance prior to this, too. So needless to say, I knew we wouldn’t end up hating each other. But still…
Living with another person is one of the easiest ways to find out things about yourself that you never knew. Some of these are wonderful, cute things (like when he tells you you’re beautiful without makeup) and some are not-so-awesome (like when he tells you you’re messy).
I’m a weird sleeper
I had roommates throughout college, but not once did any of them tell me I was a weird sleeper. So naturally, I thought I slept like a pretty angel. Nope. James tells me that my tiny, double-digit weight body takes up 75% of the bed since I sprawl my arms and legs out like a weirdo. Also I hog the covers. But what girl doesnt? That’s not even the bad part.
Apparently I have full-on conversations in my sleep as well. I’d say at least once a week while we’re getting ready for work in the morning, James asks me if I remember the conversation we had last night. Of course I don’t. I’ve told him random things like “I think I smell right now” and have apparently “had a mean tone” when I slept-talked to him. I remember none of these. I feel like this could get me into trouble in the near future.
Boys aren’t as messy or gross as you think
Maybe it’s because I saw my guy friends’ dorm rooms or that I grew up with a stinky brother, but I assumed that I would be constantly having to pick up after James. I already knew his room at his parent’s house was nice and clean, but hey- maybe he was doing that to please his Mom? I’ve learned that some guys are in fact very neat and clean. They may even scold you for not cleaning your cereal bowl in the morning. Not like that’s happened to me or anything…
Compromise really is key
Our apartment technically isn’t ours (I mean, we rent it) but we split it evenly. Meaning we each pay half of the rent, we each try to take turns doing cleaning chores, etc. Compromising is just part of life, but when you live with someone, it becomes even more important. Although I’m on the stubborn side, I like to think that both James and I do a good job of compromising. For example, he willingly let us get a kitten although he had never had a pet before and knew all my attention would go to her. Then I returned the favor by letting him install a small basketball hoop over an entryway to our dining room. I’m an awesome girlfriend, right? But seriously, compromising is crucial and now I know that more than ever.
If you live with your guy, what are some things you learned when you first started living together?