Meganium
[i]memento mori[/i]
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- Houston, TX
- Seen May 3, 2024
Technically it has been a month since I moved in with my boyfriend, Roy, and his mom. It took me a long while to get used to the fact that I no longer live in Houston for the time being. Quite honestly, I don't feel like it has been, and I blame the two week trip to California which made this month go by extremely quickly.
The fact that I get to see my boyfriend every day is a joy, but sometimes we gotta have our own space, which is something I had a bit of trouble during the first couple of days. I also gotta get used to the fact that I no longer have the same freedom as I loved in the past. During the time being here, I realized that no matter where you go, you are not alone, and someone really loves you very much. That, I also realized that all this time I've been extremely risky, and that I need to stop, not only for Roy and his mom's sake, but for my family in California.
The day I returned from California, Roy and I did some catch up talk after not speaking with him for a few days (was deathly busy in California). We also felt a spark in between each other, which really started the process of getting our relationship back to where it should be (because back then, due to my emotional stress, we were constantly fighting and were very close to breaking up). It became an opportunity to cover a ton of ground while I live with him. Yes, I can understand that there will be issues between us. Boundaries are tend to form, and there will be times that I will want to have my own space and not see or speak to him for a few hours to a day.
Opportunities like that actually come though. When Roy goes to his dad's house in Northwest Houston to spend a couple of days with him, it gives me a chance to clean/organize our space a little, as well as getting schoolwork done without the actual distraction. It makes me miss him a ton just like the old days of visiting him every other weekend, but I'm actually okay with it. Roy tends to worry that I will not allow him to see his dad, but I'm actually GRATEFUL that he gets to see him, because he's got many opportunities to do so. I actually ENCOURAGE him to go see his dad while he's got the chance. While I don't get to see my own dad often, I'm actually happy for him.
The biggest disadvantage of living with Roy and his mom is that Houston is an hour drive away. Commuting to school will be a huge pain, especially when you have night classes that require you to drive through rush hour traffic, which makes me leave the house almost two hours earlier than anticipated. This is compared to just a half hour of commute that would normally take 10 minutes to drive to and from. I'm also away from the majority of my friends, which really sucks when you'll have to miss 70% of the events I'm invited on Facebook. Instead of "Going…Going…Going" It's now either "maybe" or "can't go" because of distance and money. I shouldn't be complaining because I already have Roy, but I do miss the other people in our circle of friends.
Quite honestly, so far the only complaints I have were his messy habits. Since I started living here and got settled in, the house has been kept clean, especially his room where it was so hard to walk around in. When the one day Roy left to see his dad in Houston, I took all of my free time to clean absolutely everything. Like, literally everything. Bathroom was clean, living room was clean, even his room was more clean, walkable, and organized than ever before. The day he comes back is when the house becomes a mess again, and I have to wait until the next time he leaves for Houston so I can grab the swiffer and vacuum to do it all over again.
I mean, the adventure has just begun. Roy and I act like we're a married couple already, but it's a good thing that I was able to built a really stable support system that'll allow me to fall back on. I think at this point I would be back in California by now. While my parents do not approve of the whole thing (my older sister moved in with her bf, now husband, when they were 5 months into the relationship…and they didn't bat an eye), not only I'm going to be enjoying my time here, but I am going to be learning a hella lot more about living with the opposite sex.
The fact that I get to see my boyfriend every day is a joy, but sometimes we gotta have our own space, which is something I had a bit of trouble during the first couple of days. I also gotta get used to the fact that I no longer have the same freedom as I loved in the past. During the time being here, I realized that no matter where you go, you are not alone, and someone really loves you very much. That, I also realized that all this time I've been extremely risky, and that I need to stop, not only for Roy and his mom's sake, but for my family in California.
The day I returned from California, Roy and I did some catch up talk after not speaking with him for a few days (was deathly busy in California). We also felt a spark in between each other, which really started the process of getting our relationship back to where it should be (because back then, due to my emotional stress, we were constantly fighting and were very close to breaking up). It became an opportunity to cover a ton of ground while I live with him. Yes, I can understand that there will be issues between us. Boundaries are tend to form, and there will be times that I will want to have my own space and not see or speak to him for a few hours to a day.
Opportunities like that actually come though. When Roy goes to his dad's house in Northwest Houston to spend a couple of days with him, it gives me a chance to clean/organize our space a little, as well as getting schoolwork done without the actual distraction. It makes me miss him a ton just like the old days of visiting him every other weekend, but I'm actually okay with it. Roy tends to worry that I will not allow him to see his dad, but I'm actually GRATEFUL that he gets to see him, because he's got many opportunities to do so. I actually ENCOURAGE him to go see his dad while he's got the chance. While I don't get to see my own dad often, I'm actually happy for him.
The biggest disadvantage of living with Roy and his mom is that Houston is an hour drive away. Commuting to school will be a huge pain, especially when you have night classes that require you to drive through rush hour traffic, which makes me leave the house almost two hours earlier than anticipated. This is compared to just a half hour of commute that would normally take 10 minutes to drive to and from. I'm also away from the majority of my friends, which really sucks when you'll have to miss 70% of the events I'm invited on Facebook. Instead of "Going…Going…Going" It's now either "maybe" or "can't go" because of distance and money. I shouldn't be complaining because I already have Roy, but I do miss the other people in our circle of friends.
Quite honestly, so far the only complaints I have were his messy habits. Since I started living here and got settled in, the house has been kept clean, especially his room where it was so hard to walk around in. When the one day Roy left to see his dad in Houston, I took all of my free time to clean absolutely everything. Like, literally everything. Bathroom was clean, living room was clean, even his room was more clean, walkable, and organized than ever before. The day he comes back is when the house becomes a mess again, and I have to wait until the next time he leaves for Houston so I can grab the swiffer and vacuum to do it all over again.
I mean, the adventure has just begun. Roy and I act like we're a married couple already, but it's a good thing that I was able to built a really stable support system that'll allow me to fall back on. I think at this point I would be back in California by now. While my parents do not approve of the whole thing (my older sister moved in with her bf, now husband, when they were 5 months into the relationship…and they didn't bat an eye), not only I'm going to be enjoying my time here, but I am going to be learning a hella lot more about living with the opposite sex.