Archive for April, 2011

Living Life in the Mean Time

Yeah, girl, how’s that working out for you? The house is bigger, true but there’s this man in it, and a meowy, furry whinebeast (also known as: cat) too. There is certainly no possibility to spend Monday til Friday in your normal hermitlike fashion.

Overall, I think I like living with the beloved. It is certainly educational. I’ve learned that the toilet seat has a tendency to shift sideways if one reaches for toilet paper, for instance, and that Beloved would be appreciative of me putting it back (after all, I do the majority of the tp-reaching). I’ve also learned that one load of laundry a week, is definitely too little, and if he hangs, I can fold. Personally, I find Thursday a horribly inconvenient night to take the trash out (any night is – why no undergound containers like we had in my city? They’re so convenient!). Oh, and I’m now on dishwasher-emptying duty. I’m learning to come home to really loud Al Jazeera.

The biggest thing to learn, is how to be alone when there is someone else around. I’ve always liked spending time alone, but doing it when Beloved is around to spend time with, is tough yet essential. We’ll drive both of us insane if I don’t learn. In this, I’m glad that he has lived with girlfriends (and roommates) before: at least we’re not putting a rookie on a green horse 🙂

The times for living with me probably aren’t the best either. I’m stressed out of my mind while exhausted half the time and running around being stressed out of my mind and well-caffeinated for the rest. My goal is to be outside the house for at least one week night a week. Two is cool too. The other times, forcing myself into another room for part of the night works well, I think.

I look forward to having the time and funds to buy a desk for the guest room. I think that’ll feel like ‘mine’  more than any other place in the house.
Early mornings are now among my favourite parts of the day. Being in bed with another human saves me from endless snoozing (out of guilt), so I get up fast. Once I’m ready to leave, I go back upstairs and wake the beloved, who is the most adorable sleeper in the world. We usually have a few minutes of ‘family cuddles’  (yes, the cat usually sleeps on the bed with us), which gives Beloved a slow and gentle wake up and me cuddle-fuel to start my day. It rocks 🙂

Officially engaged

I guess?

We talked about it, beloved and I. At some point, after our conversation not to rush things and before now, we had another conversation in which he said that now that we’re no longer rushing things, he felt we could just as well actually get married. It’s better that way. The US recognizes a marriage, but not all states accept registered partnerships or civil unions, nor do they look kindly on certificates that claim to turn one into the other.

Hence. we’re getting hitched. And I? Well, I’ve had some time to get used to it, by now. I’ve gotten past the initial fear and nerves and begin to feel a little giddy.

We told our parents. Mine last week, his last weekend. We went to the city council on Wednesday to file paperwork and request a marriage permit. One June 6, we will have to return to sign for the permitand hand over copies of the passports of our witnesses.We have a date, that we decided on after talking to his parents: the day after Thanksgiving.

We’ve started telling our friends too, and we found a location – a lovely, early 20h century library. It will be small. Our parents, maybe our brothers, and that’s it. I never fantasized about a wedding, but now that we’re doing one, I wouldn’t want it any other way.

The other house

Swift negotiations followed, concerning the house. The buyer is a family member, looking for a student pad for his daughter. He knows what I owe on the place and is willing to pay a little above the appraised value in return for his pick of the furniture. Good: beloved and I don’t need much, since his place is furnished, and everything I don’t need to move, sell or throw out, saves me trouble.

I still lose money, but not nearly as much as with any other buyer or with intereference from a realtor.

We aim to sign the place over on May 1st. Hopefully the gods of red tape and bureaucracy are willing to grant us this.

Move, move, move!

I moved in with the Beloved!

Was the fastest move ever, too. I had friends  and colleagues helping me out, I rented a truck, Beloved drove it, my dad came to help.

I had Thursday and Friday off and spent those days in a flurry of folding boxes and rapidly filling trashbags. More than a full roll of those big 80-liter bags was used. I threw out eleven year old love letters after rereading  few bits and pieces, and tossed four years’ worth of academic articles and paperwork. I kept most of what I wrote myself though (and read some of that and was retroactively impressed with my smarts :P)

On Saturday morning, 9.45 AM  had coffee in plastic cups, a handful of strong men and that massive truck parked as close as it could get. We filled that puppy up in 45 minutes. Woohoo!

Around 1PM the truck was empty again, I thanked everyone and we started unpacking.