So it's been 3 months since I last posted. But I'm here and I'm back with lots to talk about. Be on the lookout for several posts over the coming weeks detailing the last 3 months of my life. These will not be in sequential order, but rather the order that my mind chooses to write them in. And off we go!
Mo and I "lived" together for 5 weeks this past summer. I got a new dispatching job dispatching in the town where he lives/works (no longer a half an hour commute like my previous job) in the beginning of July. Because of how much I was scheduled to work, it made more sense for me to "move" to his place until school started. We both were nervous abotu how it'd go and figuring out a new routine. I've lived with a roommate for the past year, but he's had his place to himself for the past 2+ years. Spending day in and day out with someone is way different than spending just a weekend together. We've spent a week straight together over the holidays last year, but we were traveling and busy the whole time. Was every second of those 5 weeks perfect? No, but overall, we had a great time, and it was a nice trial run of living together. We got a routine figured out that worked for us in the mornings (I get up 15 minutes earlier and start his coffee when he gets in the shower since I'm already in the kitchen making my breakfast), and it was AMAZING coming home to him after 12 hour shifts (I never got sick of him being there with a hug and a kiss. I mean, I was giddy about it!). We had a great system of chores figured out, too. I'd vacuum and mop, he'd clean the bathroom and do the dishes usually. On my days off, I'd do the laundry, too. I loved getting to curl up next to him every night and watch COPS or the game or just sharing about our days.
That's not to say there weren't growing pains. He struggled with feeling like I was "invading" his space since it still was his house. I struggled with feeling like a guest since I didn't have pictures of my family, or my furniture, or my own personal belongings beyond clothes. But it's been really interesting because since then, he's slipped a few times and referred to his place as "our place" or his room as "our room". It's definitely a unique dynamic.
It has been SO hard going back to this distance. During the week, I'm basically single and just spend a lot of time texting, and trying to stay awake late enough to talk to him after he gets done with homework. We don't really share a life. That's what I find myself struggling with the most. I just want to share life with him. I want to meal plan and go grocery shopping together. I want to be able to spend time in separate rooms and not feel like we're missing out on time with each other. I want to cook dinner for him and watch the news together. I want to have relaxing weekends and jampacked weeknights, not the other way around.
Which leads me to some exciting news....that I'll share later because my computer is about to die!
