Before I can blink, I’ve been in my new flat for half a year. I realised this week, and it got me thinking about just how happy I am here. I’ve never been so smiley living with anyone, though I would be lying if I said it hasn’t brought its challenges!
Our cosy one bed flat has already seen so many of our friends come and go, spillages from tipsy nights in and the lingering smells of vegetarian experimentation within our four walls. It has seen our boxset collection grow, our vintage furniture become warm and well used, and our plans for our first ever Christmas together become more than just wishful thinking.
It feels like home.
One of the best things about getting your own place is decorating it. It’s a little trickier for me as my flat is rented, but we’ve tried to make it our own! My love of colour has crept into the living room, with a gorgeous handmade quilt from my best friend’s Mum, and my ever-expanding rainbow array of trainers slowly creeping further out from under my bed. I had a little help from Hillarys for bedroom inspiration, and a determined effort on eBay found us the vintage armchair of our dreams!
It’s just so nice to be in a place that feels like yours, and sharing that with someone who feels exactly the same is just perfect.
What it has taught me most of all, is to be kind. When you’re living with family, or with housemates, or even just by yourself, it’s easy to run around pretty blinkered. All that’s really needed is a note on the fridge. But coordinating our lives together (as dramatic as that sounds) is a tough job when we’re both such independent people.
I’m sure the next six months will fly by as quickly as the first, but right now I’m enjoying every minute, and am already planning where my Christmas tree will go!
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