Since Matt has moved into my soon-to-be-home, we’ve been having quite a time decorating, buying furniture and just making it a comfortable place for the two of us. Hanging out with one another has been great, especially since my living situation at my parent’s house has changed.
Because my younger brother Tommy moved back home to my parent’s house, I gave up my bedroom for him, and moved into my younger sister Anne’s room (yes, we’re still nice to each other, but barely). Obviously, we didn’t have enough room to combine both my and Anne’s things, so as of the past three or four months, most of my clothes and all other things are now at the apartment. Basically, all I have at my parent’s house now is a pullout bed and a laundry basket of clothes that I switch every week.
So, right now I’m in this kind of weird, transitional period. I’m aware of the commitment I’ve made to remain with my parents until Matt and I are married, but until then I’m basically living out of a suitcase. Not only that, but it really is hard to go back and forth – from one place to the next – every single day. So, I mean, Matt and I are going to be getting married anyway, and I have pretty much all my things there already …
No, relax. I’m not moving in with him just yet. When we made the decision to maintain separate addresses until marriage, I knew that it would be a hard agreement to keep. I’m only now beginning to understand just how hard it is, though. Honestly, I love my Catholic faith, but dang, how hard is it sometimes?
Especially when you’ve got a sister who WILL NOT LEAVE HER BEDROOM, CAN ONLY WATCH HER KINDS OF SHOWS, AND COMPLAINS THAT YOU ARE MESSY, WHEN WE ALL KNOW SHE DIDN’T EVEN BOTHER CLEANING OUT A DRESSER DRAWER FOR ME TO PUT MY CLOTHES IN, IN THE FIRST PLACE.
Oh boy … I guess I really am getting bitter, aren’t I?
Have you been in this same situation? How did you deal with it? How should I deal with it? Prayers, please!
Music playing while writing this: “Mad World” By Gary Jules