I'm in Austin now. We're finally together again; just what we always wanted. Right? ... ahem... Right??
Of course there's bound to be rocky seas in even the most gorgeous of waters sometimes. We've done the living together thing before, but 2 years of living alone can really get you set in your ways and can lead to some . . . let's call it minor annoyances when you're sharing a home.
Examples:
It's an absolute fact that behind Dirty Sexy Money, Gossip Girl is the second best show on TV. (Who doesn't love scandal, deceit, and betrayal filmed with the Upper East side of Manhattan as a backdrop? Throw in some hot early twenty-somethings playing high school seniors and you have a winner on your hands. [It's the new 90210 - but not the REAL new 90210 which has bad plot schemes and is more predictable than Ed's bathroom habits -- more on that later]) Of course, Ed thinks that Monday night's must-see TV lineup includes 
Monday Night Football and he could care less about Serena and Dan's on-again-off-again relationship status. The fact that our **little** one bedroom apartment doesn't have enough room for all of our clothes, much less room for two television sets causes a huge clash every Monday evening. One of us must concede the television and while one person gets swept away in boob-tube bliss, the other walks away feeling like they are missing out.
Another irksome factor of my recent move is that although I have recently secured a new job for myself, it doesn't start for a few more weeks. I have spent a month inside our **little** one bedroom apartment with my communication being limited to the internet, brief phone calls (all of my friends DO have jobs, you know), and chats with Sasha who is a great listener but not a very good conversationalist. When my sweet, lovable, darling hubby-to-be walks in the door my inclination is to flock to him if for nothing more than the sound of his voice. Of course, he has other ideas. I realize that 10+ hours each day spent managing people with all sorts of crazy problems can be draining and that all I would want at the end of such a day is some peace and quiet. . . BUT (there had to be a "but" didn't there?) it doesn't bode well when the two of us are reunited at the end of the day. I want attention, he wants a nap. Certainly when I start working we'll be able to collapse on the couch together in wordless splendor, but for now the friction is less than *perfect*.
I mentioned Ed's bathroom habits earlier. (I'm sure everyone reading this has been waiting for me to get to that part, right? Well, maybe not, so I won't mention the stuff that NOBODY wants to hear about.) What girl hasn't been frustrated by the whole toilet seat up or down conundrum? The way I see it - guys can't aim into the smaller seat and need a larger target to achieve the goal. I see that as a guy problem, and because of their deficiency, they should be the ones responsible for touching that nasty germ infested toilet seat. I don't need to adjust the damned thing every time I go, so I shouldn't have to put myself in contact with it more than is absolutely necessary. And don't give me the "splash back" argument; if it bounces out of the rim, you don't get the points. But everyone knows this is one of those arguments where men certainly can't think rationally (wait, that's redundant).
So those few minor conflicts won't a relationship ruin. And we knew to expect a few readjustments in our habits when we made the decision for me to move to Austin. Now that we're house searching, I'm sure we'll have enough room for a second TV (first problem solved), and once I start my new job and get my business running I'll have enough human contact to enjoy quiet time with Ed (second problem solved), and the toilet seat thing . . . well two out of three ain't bad!
Oh! And maybe with the advent of new living space we'll have the opportunity for a new king sized bed - solving the issue of my bent mattress which will then become a problem only for visitors staying in our guest room. You have been warned!
Of course there's bound to be rocky seas in even the most gorgeous of waters sometimes. We've done the living together thing before, but 2 years of living alone can really get you set in your ways and can lead to some . . . let's call it minor annoyances when you're sharing a home.
Examples:
It's an absolute fact that behind Dirty Sexy Money, Gossip Girl is the second best show on TV. (Who doesn't love scandal, deceit, and betrayal filmed with the Upper East side of Manhattan as a backdrop? Throw in some hot early twenty-somethings playing high school seniors and you have a winner on your hands. [It's the new 90210 - but not the REAL new 90210 which has bad plot schemes and is more predictable than Ed's bathroom habits -- more on that later]) Of course, Ed thinks that Monday night's must-see TV lineup includes 
Monday Night Football and he could care less about Serena and Dan's on-again-off-again relationship status. The fact that our **little** one bedroom apartment doesn't have enough room for all of our clothes, much less room for two television sets causes a huge clash every Monday evening. One of us must concede the television and while one person gets swept away in boob-tube bliss, the other walks away feeling like they are missing out.Another irksome factor of my recent move is that although I have recently secured a new job for myself, it doesn't start for a few more weeks. I have spent a month inside our **little** one bedroom apartment with my communication being limited to the internet, brief phone calls (all of my friends DO have jobs, you know), and chats with Sasha who is a great listener but not a very good conversationalist. When my sweet, lovable, darling hubby-to-be walks in the door my inclination is to flock to him if for nothing more than the sound of his voice. Of course, he has other ideas. I realize that 10+ hours each day spent managing people with all sorts of crazy problems can be draining and that all I would want at the end of such a day is some peace and quiet. . . BUT (there had to be a "but" didn't there?) it doesn't bode well when the two of us are reunited at the end of the day. I want attention, he wants a nap. Certainly when I start working we'll be able to collapse on the couch together in wordless splendor, but for now the friction is less than *perfect*.
I mentioned Ed's bathroom habits earlier. (I'm sure everyone reading this has been waiting for me to get to that part, right? Well, maybe not, so I won't mention the stuff that NOBODY wants to hear about.) What girl hasn't been frustrated by the whole toilet seat up or down conundrum? The way I see it - guys can't aim into the smaller seat and need a larger target to achieve the goal. I see that as a guy problem, and because of their deficiency, they should be the ones responsible for touching that nasty germ infested toilet seat. I don't need to adjust the damned thing every time I go, so I shouldn't have to put myself in contact with it more than is absolutely necessary. And don't give me the "splash back" argument; if it bounces out of the rim, you don't get the points. But everyone knows this is one of those arguments where men certainly can't think rationally (wait, that's redundant).
So those few minor conflicts won't a relationship ruin. And we knew to expect a few readjustments in our habits when we made the decision for me to move to Austin. Now that we're house searching, I'm sure we'll have enough room for a second TV (first problem solved), and once I start my new job and get my business running I'll have enough human contact to enjoy quiet time with Ed (second problem solved), and the toilet seat thing . . . well two out of three ain't bad!
Oh! And maybe with the advent of new living space we'll have the opportunity for a new king sized bed - solving the issue of my bent mattress which will then become a problem only for visitors staying in our guest room. You have been warned!
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