If you didn't know that Jesse and I were building a house and moving in to it at the start of July then hi, welcome. You must be new around here because its been pretty much all I've talked about for the past 5 months.
We've been on our own for almost a month now and I think that we're finally kind of getting the hang of this whole adulating thing. Doing things for myself was definitely a shock at first but we're both still alive today, so we must be doing something right, right?
Having never moved house (or anything, for that matter) in all of my 23 years of life, I didn't really know what to expect from this whole process, but boy have I learnt a lot about myself, about Jesse and about life in general.
I'm more patient than I thought I was
There have been trying times throughout this process, of course, but I'm actually very proud of how I've handled them. I always thought of myself as someone with a very low level of patience in general, but I should have given myself a bit more credit - I have far more patience than I thought.
It's possible to live with less
GUYS! They're not kidding when they say that the cost of living is ridiculous. I've always been one to squirrel away some of my paycheck to savings and then spend the rest on food or make-up but now that my salary goes in to looking after the two of us, the "selfish" spending has been cut down dramatically and I'm actually okay with it. At the end of the day, we can buy the cheaper branded food and still be fed, we can sacrifice a little selfish spending and buy the nicer appliances, and we can live with less and still be happy.
I enjoy living like a tourist
Okay, maybe living like a tourist is a bit much, but I really do enjoy acting like a tourist and spending the day exploring my surroundings. It’s amazing how much people take for granted in their own hometowns. Although we moved a literal 5 minute drive away from the house I grew up in, I made it my mission to find all of the unique/special places, pretty parks, good cafes/restaurants in the area.
My O.C.D. is actually much worse than I thought it was
I was diagnosed with anxiety and mild O.C.D. a long time ago, and I thought that I was managing it pretty well.. and I was, until I moved in to a house that is constantly dirty and cluttered, that is. I simply cannot handle mess or things out-of-place, and living in a house that currently sits atop a pile of sand means that I'm constantly sweeping and mopping. We're also still unpacking so there's boxes, knick-knacks and general junk scattered throughout the place. As I result, I'm stressed, I'm not sleeping, I'm irritable and I'm uncomfortable. I'm dying inside, guys.
Jesse and I work well as a team
My workmates actually made a bet based on how long it will take for Jesse and I to have an argument and THEY ALL LOST (smartasses) because throughout the whole moving and living together process, we haven't had any major/noteworthy/life threatening arguments. Of course we've had the odd small disagreement here and there, but we can read each other like a book. We both know when we need to come together and we both know when to give the other space. We've accomplished a lot as a team already and I'm quite proud of it.
I should have appreciated my mother more
Even after such a short time spent fending for myself, I have an insane new level of appreciation for my mum. Cooking dinner, making lunches, doing the laundry, keeping the house tidy, all without a single complaint. I don't know how she does it (pls halp).
All in all, though, I'm so excited to continue doing what we're doing and making this house our home. This is an exciting new chapter in both of our lives and I'm so happy that I get to spend it with the one that I love most.
