Living Together

For the hermit homebody like me, who makes her home her whole sanctuary and entire being's physical manifestation and adores living alone, imagine the difficult that could arise from living with a male who never thinks twice about chore distribution, cleanliness, hygiene, self motivation, time and space.

To be honest, when I first moved in, I was skeptical of how this would work out. Especially considering the circumstances of my moving in. But eventually, we both found out that we liked living together and therefore had decided to keep living together. A lot of the arbitrary rules, confounding feelings and the difficulty of being financially honest and open took its heavy weight off. Recently, we've been beginning a new and more of the reins have fallen into my hands. We're definitely more organized, though we're definitely prone to putting off all work and be lazy bums, hanging around the house.

However, much to my surprise, sharing a house, a bed has not been as difficult as one might have presumed. Especially of all the horror stories I could have cooked up on any given period of 15 second intervals.

Needless to say, it hasn't been without its challenges. Setting waking up and going to bed times, creating ritualistic schedules to follow religiously. Merging our busy schedules, trying to mix, match and mash them into a unified, cohesive blocks of time where we're both out of the house at the same time and come home about at the same time. How to spend our weekends, what to do when we're at home and proper decorum, the frequency of grocery shopping, bill paying have rised their own conflicted stories and solutions. But it's been so far, manageable, civil and compassionate.