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There is something very funny happening to me…

As you faithful followers of this blog (yes, both of you) know, I have just moved in with my partner. (I love that word…but I’ll expound more on that another time)

I spent last weekend frantically packing up boxes of my things (JUNK—but enjoyable junk) realising what a packrat I am…how I like to keep silly things…the ticket for example to a concert watched years ago…the boarding passes to our flight to the Northern Territory, the little piece of paper with the name of the person who crocheted the beanie I bought at a beanie festival…junk I tells ya…anyway I digress. I packed up the last of my belonging and thought to myself that this is really it, I had found a way out of my lease with my now ex-flatmate and was going to be a full time live in partner…I paid my last rent for the other place yesterday…the last rent payment I will make for a while! How cool is that?!

I put out my wrist playing tennis some weeks ago and I cannot carry very heavy things with my right arm so my man insisted that he do most of the carrying, much to my machista dislike…
But no. sometimes I must admit it is nice to be a taken care of this way.

So anyway, we dumped all the boxes into our spare room which became a room of boxes of MY things…we put out of sight and out of mind as we had the rest of the weekend to worry about. Lucky for me (!) I had a mid-semester break from University and thus had free time to unpack the boxes. Mind you, this was NOT my idea of fun. Sometimes I think I really have lots of junk, because while things were in their boxes I never really needed them, or thought about them. I started yesterday afternoon, and magically today, I am finished. I just just finished now actually and thought I would HAVE to put down my thoughts right now (before they escape me…)

Well, the very funny thing that is happening to me (and feminists please don’t hate me–) is that I am suddenly feeling like a hen…as I was puttering around the house, I realised that I wanted to make things nice, and pretty and clean and tidy not just for my sake, but more for my partners…I realised that I am more clean now than I have ever been (this may be just a fluke for the day tho because looking at my wardrobe my clothes are still a tumbled mess)…but the kitchen is spotless, and I am just about to attack the floor with the vacuum after this. I feel like a hen wanting to roost. I have a nest, and I want it to be pretty, and I want it to smell nice. I also want my rooster to have good food, and it feels nice when my rooster tells me “you did well”, or “what yummy worms, oops…I mean food”, because this equates to, “I’m glad I have you as my hen.”
This is probably the womans urge to mother and nurture coming out….and I’m laughing myself as I write this…not because its anything to laugh about, but its just something that I never really felt this strongly before…what with my own nest and all.

Maybe the rooster is a bad analogy. Roosters as we all know are not monogamous and are happy to spread their seed to as many hens as possible. But you get the picture. This is a one hen coop, and the rooster is happy.

When you think of moving in with someone you think..”BIG STEP”. in my humble and honest opinion, its only as big as you make it, i mean sure moving in with someone you love is indeed an important and well thought out conscious decision (or so we hope) but it doesn’t have to feel like a big step. where i am right now, (i mean in my shoes) my moving in with my partner is just the most natural, most logical, most easy transition ever. ok sure the adjustment period is a bit sketchy but then again, isn’t any adjustment period?
on our first night we slept on a matress in the living room floor, with old blankets acting as curtains, we beat eggs in a mug for omelettes that we ate for dinner.
i now have the ability to come home to a warm home at the end of the day, i now have the privilege to wake up next to someone i love.
when you move and you have to pack your belongings you also never realize how much junk you have…this can be thought of as both physically and spiritually mentally as well…we do keep more than we should…i do at least…both inside me and out. true its hard to fit one life into a suitcase and a few boxes…but the way i see it (in the spiritual light at least…) the more frequently you empty the suitcases and boxes (whether it be giving stuff away, read as giving of bits of yourself away) the more space you have for people to give back. i don’t know if i make sense. i do to me at least…haha.
but anyway, i moved. i made the conscious decision to pull my weight along in a loving committed relationship…i moved and i feel a little more grown up for it.
….and i feel great.