To say that my life has changed drastically in the past year would be a severe understatement. Since June, I have quit a job, moved across the country, opened a small business, met the love of my life, started a new job, and become pregnant with twins. That’s a pretty solid 8 months, right?
But this weekend, I added one more big life change to the list. COHABITATION. Yup, the boyfriend/baby daddy has officially moved in. I guess it would probably seem like a given, right? I mean we’re expecting twins in less than 3 months, but things have happened very fast in this relationship and there were obvious logistical hurdles, like roommates and leases, among other mental barriers, like…oh, I don’t know, one crazy upheaval at a time people!
I am a self-proclaimed neat-freak with OCD tendencies. I rarely go to bed with dishes in the sink. The photos, books and other pretties in my house are strategically placed and angled and I notice if they’ve been moved. Stuff needs to be in a place, even if it doesn’t yet have a place. Shoes scattered all over the front entryway just don’t fly with me. So, sharing my space with someone else is quite an arduous task, especially when he’s moving into it pre-established. Of course, I want it to be his space too. I want his soccer awards and sports memorabilia to be displayed amongst the things I love. I want his family and friends photos merged with my own. I want him to have a say in the decorations and the placement of art. I want him to feel like he’s living in his home, not that he’s living in his bossy girlfriends home. We’re creating a life together and I want us to create it together.
But until we buy a home and move-in fresh, it’s pretty much a game of mergers and acquisitions right now. Here are a few of the things we’ve managed to integrate so far:
In the bedroom, I took down every piece of artwork I had hanging on the walls. Then I puttied the holes and repainted to create fresh untouched walls. This coming weekend, we’ll mix and match his photos and art with my photos and art and together we’ll devise a design plan for hanging them.
I also removed my lovely yellow headboard 🙁 He hated it. He’s 6′ 7″ and in an effort to fit on the bed would find himself pushing himself through the spokes in the nighttime only to wake up in a panic feeling trapped. Good sleep wins every time and this gives us a chance to diy a fun project together. Plus, when we buy a new house, the old headboard can be recycled for the guest bedroom.
I collect shoes, but I have a surprisingly small amount of clothes, so both of our hanging clothes easily fit into the standard closet in the bedroom. We each have a dresser. Mine was an existing trash pick I found in a New York. His is a newly acquired antique bureau I confiscated from my grandparents on a recent trip to Maine. It will be upcycled soon, but for now works great as a bedside table and houses all the stuff that doesn’t hang in the closet.
For now, his shoes have found a home on the back of the bedroom door. As it is, my shoe wall isn’t big enough for my own shoes, so we won’t be trying to integrate here. We’re both shoe people, so someday we’ll have a better solution to organizing the shoe hoarding… like a massive closet full of shoes!
The only large piece of furniture he had was this cool wooden trunk. He actually trash picked this himself while he was living in Boston – a man after my own heart – and stripped and refinished it. It’s massive and great for storage. Every extra blanket, sheet set and towel we own is now living cosily in this bad boy. It doubles as a bench and is made of cedar, so it smells yummy inside!
We’re rehanging photos in the bedroom this weekend and there will be lots more updates to follow!!