There are lots of positives. 1. I always have someone to talk to when I get home and I'm not left talking to my shoes. 2. There is someone there to plan weekend outings with. No more heading to the park by myself, unless I really want to go by myself. 3. There are far fewer leftovers and I don't have to eat the same thing for lunch all week long.
It isn't all sunshine and butterflies, of course. Living with another person again took some getting used to and living with boyfriend wasn't like living with a roommate. Some things became apparently true.
1. The laundry folding doesn't take half the time. Why? Because there is twice as much laundry to fold and boyfriend folds his clothes weird. (I mean really, who folds their jeans like fancy pants? I don't need a crease down the middle of my jeans)
2. Picking weekend events can be stressful! This is coming from a girl who for seven years didn't have a real weekend (thank you grad school). There were too many options now open to me! I actually broke down one weekend because I couldn't choose between going to the beach or going to the park. I just wanted someone to pick for me (take away my choices, choose for me!).
3. Boyfriend has an unusual set of food likes and dislikes. I've been slowly figuring out what he likes by doing the following - Cook what I like... Discover what he has left behind on the dinner plate/bowl... Make mental note about what remained. Yesterday, I found a pile of mushrooms in the pasta bowl. Why? "They didn't taste mushroomy enough to be good, but I don't really like he taste of mushrooms either." Huh, flavorless mushrooms = bad, flavorful mushrooms = also bad. Mental note created.
