The boyfriend and I have been together for over 6 years now, WOAH! We’re going on year two of living together, but only a few months into living together sans roomies. When you live with your significant other you learn a lot about them: the good the bad, and the ugly. I wanted to share some little lessons I’ve learned from living with my main squeeze.
You will have really dumb disagreements
Recent arguments include: who fills the britta pitcher up more often, where we should put a picture on our collage wall, and if stevia is better than sweet and low. Remember to compromise, and play fair. One person can’t be the one who makes all the sacrifices. You both gotta win, and you both gotta lose #dealwithit.
Separation of chores comes kind of naturally
I make the bed, he takes out the trash. We have to try to stay away from the whole 1:1 chores ratio because it’s really easy to get into that which can lead to some pissy pants feelings. I just try to remember we’re both trying to take care of our home, and we each have a preference for which tasks to do. And not all chores are created equal.
Boys eat a lot
The boyfriend and I have started buying our groceries together. Holy sh*t can that boy eat! I’m still working on keeping my annoyance at bay when I realize he’s eaten all the deli meat. I guess you should try to remember different people need different amounts of food, and my 6’4″ 195 lbs boyfriends needs more food than me.
You don’t have to worry about one person leaving
This sentence carries a lot of weight. Living together means an even deeper level of commitment (1 year lease, am I right?). It also means you get to do the hang thing every night! Waking up next to your person is awesome, and no one ever has to leave to go back to their place.
Living together is really fun, and really different. But most of all, it’s really great.
This time last year the boyfriend and I were settling into our new lives in Madrid, Spain. When I say settling I actually mean we were panicking about finding a place to call home, what our jobs as ESL teachers would be like, and your other typical culture shock feelings. I’m super happy that we are back home now, but I do miss some things about the land of tapas and vino.
Eating tapas every weekend
Ok, so this is a really superficial point, but the food there is just so delicious! I still daydream about cured meats and cheeses served with warm bread. Not to mention how cheap it all was. Menu del Dia was the daily restaurant deal where you got 3 courses, a bottle of wine, and a loaf of bread for 10 EUROS!
Feeling brave all the time
I went to Spain without a very high level of Spanish proficiency, so every time I talked to anyone in Spanish I felt really really brave. The smallest tasks I accomplished (successfully understanding a cashier, asking for directions, or figuring out how to order) left me feeling so proud of myself.
New experiences galore
Living abroad almost feels like being a baby again where every experience you go through is something new. Traveling to new places every weekend, or going to stores I had never heard of – everything was so interesting and different from what I was used to.
I don’t regret not going back to Spain to teach again, but there are definitely some things I really miss.
1. There’s someone out there who looks exactly like me [I’m a twin]
2. I found a cool dude when I was 16. Now he’s my BFF & love [6 years!]
3. I pretended to be Spanish for an entire year of my life [I lived & worked in Madrid]
4. Currently begging companies to hire me #unemployed
5. I live in a place that freezes over for a minimum of 4 months [sweet home Chicago]
6. I can spot a dog 50+ feet away #skillz
7. I’m a TV addict, LOUD AND PROUD favs: Parks & Rec, Parenthood, Gilmore Girls [I know I’m kinda basic]
8. My love for frozen yogurt is a little out of control [yo yo fro yo]
9. I feel crippled if there’s no wifi [millennial woes]
10. I love stories! [reading, writing, listening, telling]