The status of all the major things in my life, in list form and yes, I apologize for this bullshit entry and yes, I think you should leave a comment urging M to GET ON VERIZON so that they SET UP OUR INTERNET so that I can BLOG FROM HOME and not have to PUT UP BULLSHIT POSTS:
Apartment: Sigh. I heart. I just wish M would be a bit less methodical about his unpacking because damn it the boxes! THE BOXES. The boxes of bullshit. If there are two things we have learned about each other throughout this experience it’s that I never throw away clothes or shoes or bags and M never throws away receipts or pay stubs or ANYTHING ELSE MADE OF PAPER. But at least my five/ten/fifteen year old shoes, clothes and bags are PUT AWAY AND NOT SITTING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE LIVING ROOM. On the upside, shredding is fun!
Relationship: It’s weird how this move has affected us. For about a week, up until yesterday I’d say, we were much less affectionate than usual. Probably because we were too damn tired to do anything except wave goodnight to each other and turn off the light at the end of the day, but still. It scared me. I began to overreact (me? No! NEVER.) I began to worry that we would become like roommates. It’s gotten progressively better, we’re starting to settle in to both our place and our old selves. Has anyone else experienced that while navigating the shitstorm that is moving in together? Please say yes. It will make my delicate little feelings happier.
Operation Buff Bride: You have no idea what I ate last night. I went to dinner with a foodie/wine snob friend of mine and I left the restaurant with my bank account one hundred dollars lighter. We started with goat cheese profiteroles and delicious crusty bread. We split two entrees – rock shrimp risotto (hi, Heaven, I’m Clink. Nice to meet you) and seared tuna with a parmesan crisp disc-like thingy that was clearly created by God himself. We finished the night with a dessert smorgasboard – one of everything on their dessert menu in a smaller size than normal. There was: blueberry crumble, a Nutella-filled éclair, crème broulee, chocolate mousse, tiramisu mousse, a lemon bar and a fudgy chocolate square. Oh, and we finished two bottles of wine. I asked the waiter if he would be kind enough to roll me out of the restaurant; he thought I was kidding. Clearly, I am not exactly on track. Also, $100? EACH? ON ONE DINNER? (*Looks at bank account, sobs*)
Job: Love, love and also love. My boss is seriously a shorter, blonder version of me. We’ve been going out to lunch and discussing our men, our weddings, the fact that we both want to lose weight before dress shopping. The job itself is a dream. I wish I could say more but I’ll leave you with this tidbit: the job makes me hungry. Like all the time.
Blog: Neglected, clearly.
The EXACT same thing happened to Clancy and I when we moved in together and we haven’t been dating nearly as long as you and M AND we’re not engaged. Don’t fret
Glad you’re loving your job, but we’re missing your blogging!!
You are working for the Food Network- it makes me hungry just thinking about it!!
That happened to me too when I moved in with the boy. But you need to make things special….it will go back to normal…I’m really glad you love your new job.
Hold on while I wipe all the drool off of myself. (We are SO going there when I visit!)
We sort of went through that, but it was different because he was already moved in. But the whole living together/sharing a space/dealing with each other’s crap was a big adjustment. But you’ll be fine. Promise.
Glad you survived the move! I’m sure your relationship will go back to normal soon after all the dust settles!
Girl! I love that your life is too crazy to blog - isn’t that SUPPOSED to happen? When C and I first moved in together, it took us a few weeks to get into “the groove” - until that there was a lot of fighting, a lot of irritation, a lot of eating, and not enough sex. But it did get better.
I would do anything for that dinner you had last night. Anything
You seriously lost me when I got to the part about dinner. The last time we had a yummy dinner out was like two months ago (I know, my life is so hard) and now I am very sad and should like to re-read the part about the food and maybe drool a little on my keyboard. Nutella. Foodstuff of the gods.
I remember it taking a couple weeks before I got used to living in the new apartment with BFF. Honestly, I think it was harder than the moving part. But Molly’s right - you’ll be fine. Promise.
This happened to me and Torsten, definitely. It was so crowded in there, and we could barely move, and the crap was everywhere, and it was all so exhausting. Finally we just gave up the weekend and worked all day, both days, and at the end everything was clean and neat and organized and… homey. And us. And then it took us a few days to recover from the horrible weekend and adjust to the nice, shared space and then after that everything was great and has been ever since.
Hey, if you’re going to skip a day of healthy eating, you should skip it wholeheartedly, right? I’m glad to see you don’t do such things halfway.
Sounds like awesome food - feel like sharing the restaurant?
Stephanie: The restaurant was Landmarc, in the Time Warner Center/Columbus Circle. They have another one in Tribeca and I love them both. The wines aren’t marked up much and the food is amazing.
First, I don’t know how I stumbled on your blog a couple of weeks ago, but I love it…
Secondly, I just moved in with my BF (let’s call him E) a month ago, and yes, the same thing happened, with one small difference. We had been warned by all of our friends who had previously moved in with each other that it would, so instead, we forced each other to be affectionate that first week! I wasn’t always in the mood, and still may not be, but find that just randomly walking up to him and kissing him, or sucking up the tiredness and just doing it (a la Nike), makes both of us so much happier - obviously. We still joke constantly about how the move will affect our sex life, but so far, we’re not letting it…
About the Relationship v. Moving part. Definitely yes. And it’s not just when we’re moving. If we’re just too damn tired, we’re doin’ good if we managed to utter an I Love You before passing out for 8 hours. But that’s if we’re doin’ good. There HAVE been times that we get in countless fights over stupid things because we’re just tired. It kind of sucks, but you guys will get in the groove of things and realize that ‘Hey! I’m not living with someone I’m tolerating, I’m living with my FIANCE! Which is a way better lay than my last roommate!’
Just kidding on that last part.
Don’t freak out too much though, it will pass.
Neglected blog? Hey, we can’t complain too much; at least you’re still posting.
#1 and I were much less affectionate when we first moved in together (both times)… but we were worse than that,; we were fighting all the time. The fact that you’re getting better after only a week says wonders about your resilience ;). It’s a stressful time.
oh myyyy mmm… note to self: don’t read blog when hungry…that sounds incredible!!!
also, i TOTALLY meant to edit my post earlier to add GG (you’re my kind of tv girl!) but today was nutssss!!!!! hence lack of blog for thursday. but anywho. i’ve updated it now
Sometimes I still feel like we’ve just moved in! And it’s been four months! We fight and I want my space and he wants his space and argh. But it mostly just happens when we’re both super stressed. Which is like always. But! It’s gotten better and I know it’ll keep getting progressively better as soon as we get our life-situation stuff figured out.
You’ll always have ups and downs. That’s how it is. Good and bad.
Seriously?? It’s … hard? I’m moving in with my boyfriend in April and I’m so unbelievably excited and and … and … oh no!
This post was eye-opening.
My move-in ex-boyfriend/fiance didn’t go exactly like that. It was more like he just kept leaving stuff at my place until eventually one of my closets was full of his things. I think the one problem I know that came of it was that when we got into fights (which was fairly often with us, hence the ex bit) neither of us would have our own place to go. But I don’t think that you and M do nearly as much arguing.
I’m totally jealous of the job too. I really just need to have a settled-down adult job with a regular schedule and a challenge. It sounds like this one is exactly your pace- congrats!
Is it weird that I now want rock shrimp risotto and it’s only 9:12 in the damn morning? My apple slices with peanut butter were so not fulfilling.
And now if/when I am no longer able to stifle the urge to go down to the staff kitchen and nibble on the delcious-looking cream-cheese-icing-covered coffee cake that currently resides there, I BLAME YOU.