Cohabitation

Oh how cute....our first picture together....2 years ago....feels like forever ago...look at how skinny we are....anyway...

Hey! I'm still alive! Which is good, because I'm getting married in exactly 2 WEEKS and things are a bit crazy. There is so much to tell you! However, I now live with Morgan, and the apartment doesn't have internet yet. It's a horrible situation.

The situation itself has taken some getting used to. I hadn't planned on moving in until about, well, this time, actually. But due to the fact that my brother moved in with his family, and they took over my bedroom, and I'm not a fan of sleeping on the couch (except for naps), and despite my parents wishes, I moved in with Morgan a month and a half earlier (my brother will have to pay me back when Morgan and I are in transition. Their new house will have plenty of room once it's finished being built. Oh, and my parents are over it).

Transition's the word.

My life has been in a constant state of transition since moving in with a boy. I grew up with two brothers, so sharing and living with boys is something I'm used to. But living with a finace, soon to be husband is waaaaaaaaay different. Some of his habits irritate me to the max. I'm perfect, so why can't he be?.....There's no crying to mom when the boxers are dropped and a bum is mooning you (well, maybe there is, but it's different). There's no middle man around to referee when Morgan and I argue about the silly, little things that we seem to be arguing about a lot lately (stress?). Though, it's still way annoying when the boy doesn't replace the brown carton with a new roll of toilet paper, and leaves the seat up (which is not nice at 3 in the morning...in the dark) and throws your bra's in the dryer. I know he's trying to help, but come on! I asked him 3 times not to!

See...silly.

The apartment has been in a constant state of transition too since a girl starting living in it. The windows are dressed with curtains, pictures are on the tables, salad is in the fridge (if you know Morgan, you know why that's monumental). I think the shower is the one place though, that gives away "Girl in the house. " No longer is a bar of Irish Spring and $1.00 shampoo the norm. The shower is now filled with moisturizing body wash with microbeads and lemon zest, 4 various brands and types of shampoo and conditioner bottles, shave cream and razor, a loofah, 2 different face washes and a mask. And a pumice stone. I'm pretty sure Morgan felt like he walked into another dimension the first time he walked into in his "new shower."

The apartment has also been home to a gazillion boxes. Morgan moved into the apartment in October. When I moved in, he was still unpacking. Then, I had 2 bridal showers. BOXES! I AM TIRED OF BOXES!!! We have a spare bedroom that is up to HERE with BOXES! Ugh. Those things multiple like a plague. We work on it, empty some of those retched cardboard things, and BOOM!! 20 more appear out of nowhere. Despite all that, the room is starting to look livable and my goal is have our apartment box free by the end of July.

The hardest part about living with a boy as a girl who is about to marry him is well....obvious. Morgan and I both made promises to remain abstinent until marriage. However, not only do we live in the same apartment, but we sleep in the same bed. And, to the amazement of practically everyone (and ourselves), we have some how managed to keep our promises. A dear friend of mine asked me how we manage to stay so strong, and I said, "I think we're just so used to not doing it, that it's not even an issue anymore." I'm not going to lie, it's way difficult and it sucks, but a promise is a promise. And God is watching. And the fact that there's only 14 days left helps too.

I know I'm blessed with Morgan's love and support. It's wonderful to come home and find Morgan making dinner, which we'll eat at the coffee table while watching Two and a Half Men (because we also don't have cable. Ugghh....) and laughing along with Morgan as he refills my water glass. He kills the spiders and makes other bugs go away because I hate them. He always remembers to water our plants. He takes the trash out becuase the dumpsters are too far. He brings me water to keep on my nightstand. He rubs my legs when they cramp, and rubs my back and plays with hair because he knows I like it. We finally reached that perfect state of sleeping together a while ago and I now love sleeping with him because he's so warm and comfy to be next to. We don't like sleeping without each other anymore. If you knew Morgan's sleeping habits, you'd know why that's a miracle. I thought it would never happen!

I may not live at home anymore, but I'm still very well taken care of and I'm actually quite glad things turned out the way they did. If I were moving in now, with everything else that's going on.....there may not be a wedding, let alone a marriage, in 14 days. Making my new home with Morgan sooner rather than later has turned out to be a blessing in disguise.