
I'm liking my new domestic life. Really. It's an ever-evolving life that holds surprises every day. it's not just me living here and that has been the biggest difference. The next one is that we're going to be living together for a long time, so it's just better to get used to the changes that seem to happen every day. Not that I've had a problem wiith most of them, but getting used to sharing space with someone you're still getting to know is an adventure.
A comedian on Comedy Central that I like has a line about relationships that goes something like, and I'm paraphrasing liberally here, "A relationship is something like a business transaction. You live with someone or let someone move in with you and it's more like a hostile takeover. I should know because a lot of my stuff didn't make it through the merger". That's a line I understand much better now. A few of my things have not survived the life merger with E. Though, honestly, I cried no tears for the old iron pan that had begun to rust and I hadn't used in years. The same for the old spatulas and...well whatever else I've forgotten about. My kitchen has gotten a lot more colorful since E has a thing for color-laden kitchen utensil and bowls.
More than a few times, I've wondered out loud why we needed a new this or that but deep inside, I actually like having all of the new stuff. I'm a guy who was used to living with just the bare necessities-a pot or two and a good, sturdy frying pan. With a few bowls, dishes, and a very mis-matched bunch of cutlery, I was pretty much set. I had what I needed and not much more. It usually took a looooong time before I replaced anything. Now, all of my old silverware and dishes have been relegated to back-up status since we've purchased new sets. I'm easing up on replacing things that I know need replacing instead of falling back on my usual, "The bowl's got a chip in it, but I can still use it...", hahaha...
It's been over a couple of months and I'm just getting used to where my socks and underwear are stored now...


