It’s been a manic few weeks, and i feel like i’ve only stopped now to catch up on what’s been going on. Social media has taken a backseat more than it ever has before and i’m excited to find my new normal.
So, basically, Max and i have moved in together! 6 years down the line and we’ve finally made that step and i feel really excited about it.
I moved in at the beginning of last week, took the week off work, and gradually started moving all my furniture and clothes and bits and pieces in. I’ve downscaled quite a lot and gotten rid of a lot of things, and we’re slowly putting up prints and cushions to make it feel like it’s my space too.
I’ve lived in the same house since I was born. 22 years without moving, i had no idea what i was doing and kept crying because it didn’t feel like home yet. I wasn’t expecting it to be such an emotion process!
It’s been over a week now and i feel good. I’m really loving living with Max and beginning our life together, as we both now have “grown up jobs”, and i love the independence. I’m used to a house full of people and dogs so being alone when Max is at work is a shock to the system. But a good one.
I’ve turned into someone who loves cooking, loves cleaning, shops for cushion covers and plants and bakes cookies for her boyfriend coming home from work (yes, i really did that). I’m never off Facebook Marketplace even though there’s nothing else we need.
I feel like this is where i’m meant to be. It was difficult at first, adapting to a new home and accepting that i have to take the time to create a new safe space. But now it feels comfortable and i feel settled.