This weekend was our first proper weekend in mine and Squishy’s new house! i.e. we were actually at home and not galivanting off to other parts of the country. We’re cohabiting for the first time so this is a major life milestone for us both. We got things done! For example, replacing the overflow pipe for the bath, replacing the shower head and doing all the laundry. Well, all my laundry at any rate.
We arranged the living room furniture so we have a sofa to sit on, a TV to watch and a HiFi to listen to. All our DVDs, computer games and CDs are on the shelves. We haven’t merged CD or book collections because I have OPINIONS on how they should be ordered, as does he. He thinks they MUST be alphabetical whereas I like mine to be ordered thematically and then by artist/author. In the case of books it’s doubly complicated because they must also be pleasing to the eye, and that means accounting for spine height. Srsly, nothing gets me more than having books in the same series by the same author from different print editions. Who thought changing the book dimensions was a good idea?!! The Terry Pratchett (may he find what he hopes for across the desert) books are particularly bad for this, especially once you start mixing hardback and paperback. ANYWAY.
What I was trying to say was that the living room almost looks like a living room now. It’s just a pity the same can’t be said of the rest of the house! The computer/dining room is chaos and the kitchen is covered in washing up. I hoped we’d get through it at the weekend but Age of Ultron took precedence. Sigh.
I also got around to tackling a bit of the garden. I was SO excited that I finally have a garden to play in but Oh. My. Gods, it is a disaster. The only way it’s ever going to be a nice garden is by removing the topsoil, lawn and path completely and starting from scratch. I.e. not something you can do in a rental property when you are short of cash and probably not staying longer than a year. It is full, and I mean FULL, of bindweed. It’s all through the flowerbed and the lawn. Just, yikes.
There’s also a bed of stinging nettles and brambles. And like a bazillion ants nests, including red ants. Guess we won’t be sitting on the lawn on a picnic blanket come summer. I dug over a 3 ft by 1 ft section of flower bed, removing all the grass and weed roots that I could and then called it a day. I’m going to sow some wildflower seeds and just hope for the best.
Long story short, my inner perfectionist and control freak is struggling. All the rooms in the house have me itching to FIX and TIDY EVERYTHING because there is so much STUFF everywhere. Few things are in the right places, and even fewer things have places to be. Everything is contingent on everything else and so it is hard to know where to start so I feel overwhelmed easily and decision paralysis results. None of my ornaments and trinkets are out because it’s not yet safe to unpack the fragile things, and none of my pictures are hanging on the wall because Squishy left his toolkit at work over the weekend and mine is woefully incomplete. It feels like we need a fortnight minimum just to get the house resembling a home but we both have work with ridiculously long commutes and I have PhD corrections to be getting on with (also adding to the anxiety like WHOA). So making time to prioritise the house is difficult.
I know we’ll get there eventually, but eventually is too long for my liking!
What about you, how long did it take you to settle in last time you moved house? How did you cope the first time you merged your life with a partner in a shared living space? How do you cope when your perfectionist tendencies make you want to meddle in things that aren’t yours? Thoughts on alphabetical vs thematic organisation of your media collections?