Moving in with a boyfriend at any age is a big milestone, but moving into your first “big girl” apartment, at 21, with your long distance boyfriend? That, my friends, was a leap and a half. I had just graduated from university, and a month later I found myself in a completely new city, signing the lease for a small studio apartment with the guy I’ve been in love with for years. We only got to live in that apartment for three months, but nevertheless, it was an amazing experience that taught me a lot about him, myself, and our relationship.
Here are 10 things I learned along the way:
- If you live with someone who is on a completely different sleep cycle than you are, make sure you opt for at least a one bedroom apartment. Our little studio was truly tiny, and my mornings were spent either trying to be as quiet as humanly possible, or waking Dylan up.
- I really need to work on my habit to clutter. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love cleaning, tidying, making my space feel nice, homey, and clean. Unfortunately, it seems like it’s impossible for me to take my jeans off and throw them anywhere but on the floor. I’m hoping to at least narrow my clutter into one pile so that we always have visible floor space (oops).
- I love cooking, both for Dylan and myself. I’ve never really had the opportunity to cook for other people before, but I really enjoyed creating meals that both of us would love.
- I cannot handle heat. Like, at all. I had never realized how dependent I am on air conditioning until Dylan started commenting on the fact that our apartment felt like a fridge at all times. No heat for me, please and thank you!
- I will wash dishes, as long as I don’t have to take out the trash. Ever.
- I am an old lady at heart. In bed by 9, asleep by 10:30.
- Along the way, I learned that I’m fairly responsible with money. We were always on top of our bills, and worked hard to make sure everything was going according to plan.
- I have the most loving and supportive boyfriend. I was on a diet called “Ideal Protein” while living with him, and while I won’t get into it in this post, I’m just going to say that it was a very restrictive diet, and he helped me push through it every step of the way.
- I will pick kayaking over going to the bars any day of the week.
- Last, and of course most embarassing, I am such a scaredy cat that I literally scream and hide my face in my pillow when something even remotely scary happens in a TV show. Imagine what happened when Dylan made me try and watch Hannibal!
Have you ever lived with a significant other? Let me know in the comments below 🙂