moving and grooving
a transitionary time + lessons of my late 20s
I am in the thick of transitions. One being that I am having an absolute social media identity crisis (nothing to see here), and the other being I’m moving next month.
As hinted in my last post, my boyfriend and I are moving in together with a 12/1 move date.
I’ve never lived with a significant other before, so this will be entirely new for me. I went from college roommates to living with my parents to living with two roommates when in PA school to then living alone for the last 5 years.
This shift has unearthed a staccato of questions including, though not limited to:
should we grocery shop together?
if we do, do we split the bill or alternate weeks?
should we choose a signature laundry scent?
what do we do when we need alone time? or want to masterbate??
You know, all of the run of the mill adult questions that arise when combining households.
For me individually, this has also come with a looming weird sadness that I can’t quite name. Just a foggy cloak that I don’t necessarily feel weighed down by, but it’s certainly present.
Every time I see couples making any sort of “BIG STEP” or even turning the page of a new chapter, it feels like a massive celebration. And don’t get me wrong! I love my boyfriend dearly and have no question this is the right move for me and for us. I am excited, though I can’t help but feel like a bit of an alien for having a hint of unease about this big change.
I have lived a very formative 5 years in my current apartment. It’s seen me through literal blood (on my last day of rotations in the ER I had a needle stick and had to be registered as a patient), sweat (there’s no central air and it’s on the third floor so the summers witness a sticky 90 degrees most mornings), and tears (need I say more - every other day at this point).
So I wanted to use this post as a cumulative reflection - a celebration of my mid and late twenties, and even inching into early 30s. It is a chapter of my life I hope I always remember. It IS the good old days.
I’ll also include a round up of photos from past and current apartments, things I wish I knew when moving/purchasing decor, and also some rent transparency about living in Boston (hint: it’s abysmally expensive).