Not adult as in I am going to blog erotic fanfiction or something. Which would be amusing because I’m not a great fiction writer and I’m pretty sure if I tried my had at erotic fiction it would sound like a 13-year-old wrote it. But adult as in growing up.
One of the biggest milestones in my life is about to happen in 18 days: I am moving out of my parents’ house and Josh and I are moving into our own flat! Well, Josh is moving in early January, anyway. I guess technically I will be living alone for about a week, haha. This whole thing happened suddenly a little over a month ago, when the flat adjoined to my grandmother’s house became available. She wanted another family member, or at least someone she knew, to live there, so once J and I figured out we could afford it we jumped at the chance. Since then it’s felt like a whirlwind of planning, buying essentials that we can’t get as hand-me-downs and me trying very hard not to spend too much on buying non-essential homely items (and somewhat failing). Fortunately we know a lot of people with a lot of excess stuff so we’ve managed to acquire all the big items like a fridge, couch, armchair and microwave, and lots of other bits and pieces too (mainly kitchen stuff).
At first I was swooning over getting to decorate (though not changing paint) but came into strife with this because J and I have tend to have very different styles. I am mid-century modern mixed with contemporary and he basically a medieval Gothic castle. It is actually litterally light and dark (or eggshell blue cotton and red velvet). This realisation sent me into a temporary panic and I kind of had to ‘grieve’ for the idea of creating a home that is 100% ME. It may seem silly, but I’m pretty sure I’m not the only interior decorating, design dork out there who has mourned the loss of their style once they cohabitate. I guess some people are ‘lucky’ in that their partner might not care all that much so they let you do all you want, but my dude is actually quite interested in such things and would rather have his input.
Hmph! Though not really ‘hmph’, at least not anymore, because I have mourned my preconceived ideal flat and am now in the Compromise Zone. I’m okay with that. It may not be my perfect decor style, but it will be Us and this is what this whole thing is about. He and I, us, embarking on a new adventure together. One in which both of us should be able to express our individual tastes, to show off our favourite things, in a manner that, somehow, says This Is Us. Or something like that. At the end of the day it doesn’t really matter if I have a reproduction Eames chair in eggshell blue but rather that we get to wake up next to each other, cook together, end our days with face-to-face chats rather than phone calls and texts. We get to set up our home and live our lives as individuals and a couple, in it. With our guinea pig babies*. Those are the things that really matter.
And just because I can, here are a couple of photos that show the crazy packing process I’m in:
My bedroom. Trying to contain the crazy in one area but failing.
Upstairs in the house, where a lot of my boxes are residing at the moment. Most of this is kitchen stuff…
So, there we have it. Moving. Two days before Christmas. Probably in the evening because I’m moving in the day my cousin moves out. I’m impatient like that (obviously). Who is cray? Why yes, that would be me, thank you very much.
*Yes, I got two guinea pigs about two months ago, before we knew we were moving. I will introduce them in a post soon!