The past couple of months have been times of change, and when I say change I mean turn your world upside down, spin it round, shift it 142 miles down south and stick a boy in the equation.
Two pretty important moves have happened recently. My parents left our family home in Kenilworth to start a new life in Hampshire, and I moved into a flat with my boyfriend, Jack.
To those who know/knew me, this may come as a shock. I, Abbie Louise Gaunt, can confess that this time a year ago I was an absolute commitment-phobe. Everyone knows it takes at least 4 – 8 working days for me to respond to a text message. Making plans more than 2 days in advance used to be an absolute no no – far too much time to overthink about possible nightmare situations. And for every few hours of socialising, I had to spend an hour alone watching Parks & Recreation in the comfort of my own company…
… Now, I am never alone.
The thought of this didn’t frighten me when Jack and I decided to move in together, he had pretty much lived at mine when I had my own flat anyway. Aside from the occasional… conflict of interest let’s say, Jack’s presence has never been an annoyance to me (how romantic of me). We both find it easy to sit in silence without feeling awkward – something I think is very important in a relationship. Plus, we are both equally as ridiculous so we just seem to balance each other out. The majority of the time, we are quite happy just staying in with cheese toasties (probably our favourite of meals) and something to watch on Netflix that we have already seen 10 times. Clearly we are both extremely cheap dates.
Fast forward to the third or fourth day of living together. This is when I realised there is absolutely no escaping each other. What I didn’t consider when I had my own flat is that despite Jack always being there, we both had the option to say ‘don’t come over tonight’ or ‘I won’t be there tonight’. Not that we ever did do that, but it was an option. Suddenly it occurred to me that for the next 8 months, we are tied into a contract that means we have to be together every waking hour we are not at work. Queue panic and turn on self destruct. I am well aware I was self sabotaging the situation because I became super argumentative, as if I was trying to cause a disagreement. I also had this overwhelming feeling of insecurity for no reason whatsoever, as if all of this was way too good to be true.
One of the many reasons why I love Jack so much is because he knows how to deal with my monstrous mood swings. Somehow, he manages to diffuse them before I go all out evil on his ass. So my unwelcome worries lasted approximately 2 days before something in me decided to snap out of it. And now I have never been happier!
Jack and I are the proud renters of a lovely little flat in Chelsea, a 10 minute walk from South Kensington and a 10 minute walk from the Kings Road. Our building has a 24 hour porter, a bar and a Gaucho integrated into it. 3 weeks later and I still don’t think it has actually sunk in that we live there!
Having never actually lived with anyone besides my parents before, I have tried to keep my clothes in my wardrobe instead of all over the floor, I attempt to make the bed every morning without hoping someone else will do it for me and I do my best not to get foundation on the bathroom towels.
Jack however, does still leave his empty mugs on the floor expecting muggins over here to pick them up…
Living with your best friend is the best thing ever. I am so excited to go home even though we do the exact same thing every night. I enjoy making dinner together and would rather do that than order a takeaway. I even do some of the washing up… I am truly a changed woman.
Despite his 4am alarms for work and the occasional abandoning of mugs, I am the happiest I have ever been having committed to living with my boyfriend/soul mate/love of my life. No matter how awful my day has been, I always know that I have hot chocolate and cuddles waiting for me.
The only thing that could possibly make it any better is a puppy.
Hugs and wishes,
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