When my mom went on her holiday for 3 weeks,guess what happened? Right.We moved in together.
By that time we knew each other for like 2 weeks only.Moving in together was a bit scary for me at first.I am very independent and like to have my own small moments of joy after work like lying in bed,eating M&M and watching Sponge Bob.having another person in my world made me a bit worried even though that person seemed to completely occupy my heart and the bastion fell.So he moved in.
And it was amazing.
I was actually shocked by the fact i felt no discomfort with his presence.Even with my ex at times i was thinking " i wish i had some space" or there were these tiny but annoying things i couldn't put up with.In this case,everything seemed fine and i couldn't believe it.When he was off and i had to go to work,he was cooking breakfast for me and taking me to work.Every morning at 6am when he went to work i used to wake up and see him off, and it was not annoying for me at all that i had to sacrifice my sleep just to kiss my man before he leaves.It felt completely right having him around.Even when i was deep in my work and he was playing games on his tablet,it was just so comfortable.
Another positive moment here was that he actually took care of himself.I did not have to go and remind him "please wash the dishes", "please clean the table from papers and rubbish".He did things by himself and again,i was shocked by it,if to remember in my last relationship my ex could leave pasta on the table and it evolved in Fungus Kingdom because he was always too lazy to clean it.
Living together is always an amazing and useful experience,which in my opinion is a must if you plan your future together.It shows you how a person truly is,like when you wake up in the morning without make-up and annoyed and he sees you like that.Or when he comes home from work completely fucked up and you have to realize its more important to make him some food and massage rather than chatting about this new wonderful nail polish you saw in the mall.