Hi, Neighbor!
Sometimes, I think think the ideal situation would be for me and my husband to live right next door to one another, each in our own little 1 bedroom apartment. We’d be happily married neighbors! A connecting door between our living rooms would be fine. He could decorate in the “1980′s lawyer look” (black shiny metal and glass, over stuffed seating) he likes, store all his collections of things, and be as messy as he wanted. I could pretend my apartment was a cute little city loft and paint the walls bright colors and shop at cool antique stores for furniture. Maybe someday when we get a house he can just have the basement all to himself and I can set up the upstairs my way. That’d be ok too.
Also, I’m weirdly sensitive to invading other people’s time and space, even my husband’s. Currently, I’m supposed to be unpacking stuff in the kitchen, but I dislike the idea of moving around the things he already unpacked, and I feel especially odd about moving my roommate’s stuff. Like earlier today, I moved some of his food storage containers to a higher shelf to make room for the spices, and it felt weird, like I should ask permission first.
Maybe it’s because I want to treat others how I’d like to be treated, and I really don’t enjoy finding my stuff rearranged without my advanced consent. When I was a kid, my mom used to reorganize my bedroom while I was off at school. It didn’t make me angry or upset really, I just found it chaotic not knowing where my stuff was, and I’ve never liked being surprised like that.
Maybe I just need to take a ‘big girl pill’ and get over myself. I can’t live in a bubble, even if I’d like to some days.
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I’ve promised myself I’ll never have any more roommates, but I think I’d love having you as one. hahaha I’ve had some awful roommates… soo inconsiderate!
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You are the cutest. I am now thinking I have caused J’s son some inner turmoil by helping pick up his room. I can’t recall how I was with roomates like that. I am pretty sure I was similar. Oh hey I keep forgetting to give you back those books you borrowed me last fall or so? I hope we get together again soon, you’re fun to hang out with
Aww I can understand that. It’s never fun for people to touch your things, no matter who they are.
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You have advanced permission to move my stuff around, I really don’t mind at all!
What’s the deal with you guys having a roommate? I know that I personally would feel odd living as a part of a married couple with a roommate around.
No judgment, I’m just wondering what that’s like.
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Our roommate just moved back to the area from out of state and didn’t want to live with his parents. We were looking to save some money on rent, so it worked out. He’s not a stranger or anything, he’s an ooooold grade school buddy/best friend of my husband. He was one of the best men in our wedding!
Very cool guy.
It’s going to be an interesting experience getting used to the reduced level of husband/wife private space with a roommate involved, but I think it’ll work out. Joe is a great friend and very understanding of the fact that we need married couple time occasionally.
As far as the whole private property angle is concerned, there is little that I own that I can’t stand to have someone else touch/move. I am an admitted packrat and keep several of what I call “nostalgia boxes”, which are basically collections of objects from my childhood and teen years that I haven’t organized and haven’t grown up enough to throw away. I’m horribly nostalgic with regard to objects… our storage closet is all the proof one would need of that. I guess that as long as nothing of mine is thrown out without my clearance, the final decision on organization rests with the wifey.