**The second in my little series on learning to live with M together. I will write these as the thoughts cross my mind**
Well, it’s been about three weeks since we’ve lived in our new digs and we are really adjusting SO well in all aspects of it so far (of course, I am realistic in knowing that we are still in the ‘this is new, wheee fun’ phase!). I love waking up next to M, going to sleep next to M, and all the stuff in between.
What I am not used to is being just a wee bit farther from my family, some friends, and namely, my sister Jess.
It’s been three weeks since we moved, and the first visit we’ve had has been from M’s parents (Sunday. It was so fun to share it with them! They loved it!). My sister hasn’t come by yet, or anyone else in my family. And I am not saying this in so much as a negative way, because let’s face it, I moved, they didn’t, I should make much more of the effort than anyone else. And it’s *only* been three weeks. And of those three weeks, it’s been a busy three weeks and weekends since. What’s hard for me to adjust to is that being 25 mins from my sister Jess and about 45 from my mom (for example) and knowing that it’ll take just a little more planning to get together than before. I was spoiled living 2 minutes from my mom’s school and 5 miles away from Jess.
So this adjustment in learning to live together is entirely mine. It’s a new world for me. Just a little farther from my roots from where I grew up. M lived nearby for the past year or so and has moved around this state in the past 5 years or so much more than I have. I have lived in the same town for the past 5 years. So, at times, I feel a little more remote than I’d like and I know that I will adjust. And I know that as I write these words, I probably sound relatively ridiculous given so many people live entire states, coasts and countries away from their loved ones.
At the core of it, I am extremely lucky. I am blessed to be as close to much of my family as possible.
So, to be honest, writing these words almost feels wrong. But I am writing them because it is how I feel, this is my haven and this is how I am chronicaling my transition into cohabitation with M. I won’t apologize for my feelings (but I will point out that while I may struggle with the perspective – at times – that I really am not that far from anyone in my family, in the grand scheme of things, I DO see it. I DO know I am lucky).
What I think this does – living a little farther from my comfort zone is two things. One, it thrusts me out of my comfort zone again, and whenever I am uncomfortable, I grow. I learn. I conquer. This is good. This quells stagnation. Two, it naturally enables M and I to come together and really focus on each other as we adjust to living together. Nothing influencing that, nothing distracting us from it. And I think that is important. It goes back to relationship investments. I will also never apologize for that either.
Wow, this post really took a few interesting turns. I hope it makes sense. I hope anyone reading ‘gets’ what I am saying. And I hope I don’t offend anyone either. Like I said, I know I am blessed. I know I am really not *that* far and I know that this is just an adjustment for me.
Learning to live together…it’s just a new world (for me). (not so much for M, in the literal sense!)