I’ve dreamed of being married for longer than I’m willing to admit here. My sister summed it up pretty well during her toast at my wedding when she talked about our days of playing Barbies together. I always wanted Barbie and Ken to live happily ever after because I dreamed of the day that I’d live happily ever after.
I’ve been married for about a month and a half, and most of it has been really cool. I love that I can call Michael after grocery shopping and that he will cheerfully walk out to the parking garage and carry all of the heavy things inside. I love that he’s there to eat things that I cook for us and that he goes out of his way to show me that he loves me and that he’s committed to me. I also love that he’s willing to be tidy because I’m tidy, and messes stress me out. Ha.
We’ve both experienced a lot of change in other areas as well. The changes are positive, but it’s a lot to take in all at once. (I’ll probably talk about that more later.)
There are some things that I’m still adjusting to though too. Michael moved into my place when we got married, and it’s finally starting to feel like “our place” instead of “my place.” We bought new bedroom furniture, upgrading from my queen size Tempurpedic to a king size, and we bought the rest of the bedroom set too because, as you might imagine, one-bedroom condos in the heart of downtown New Orleans aren’t huge.We’ve gone through the closet, the cabinets, the dresser and chest of drawers to create room for Michael and his things too, and we’re settling into that pretty well.
The hardest part for me is that I grew accustomed to spending a lot of time alone, and now I’m navigating how to live with another person. Thankfully, he’s patient and pretty easy to please. (I’m definitely the picky one in this relationship.) It’s just so weird to have someone here all the time even though I like and love him. I enjoy having him around most of the time, but we’re both still trying to figure out how to spend time alone too.
We do a lot of things independently and with our friends, and we enjoy spending time together too. We’re just trying to find a new balance because some days I want to spend hours at home alone reading, knitting and/or doing other things that I enjoy. I did that last night after work while Michael was at a Bible study with friends, so I know it’s going to work. It just takes some time to adjust.
We’re also living in a smaller space than we intend to live in when we move, but my lease isn’t up until later this year.
I like to think we could live here another year before adjusting to more change, but we’ll figure that out on a different day. Michael is a planner, and he’s good at budgeting and financial things. He already has ideas, but my brain can only tolerate so much change at once.
Marriage is pretty cool so far, and I’m hoping that I’ll continue to adjust to the changes that come with it.
Are you married? Did you find it difficult to adjust to living with someone after living alone for so long? Any tips or suggestions would be greatly appreciated.