Before Boyfriend and I moved in together, everyone warned us about the transition period. Heck, even I anticipated a few battles when we were setting up the apartment, falling into a routine, and getting used to being around each other 24/7. Even after almost three and a half years of dating, I didn't expect to go from living more than 600 miles apart to living together in a two-bedroom apartment without a few hiccups.
And we did have a few hiccups at the very beginning. Nothing major, but definitely some instances when we butted heads and opinions. They all blew over within a matter of minutes, though--usually with a few silent moments and a good hug.
Honestly, I'm surprised at how normal living with Boyfriend is. I asked him about his take on the situation a week or so ago, and he pretty much said the same thing. It's like we've been living together for a long time.
The fact that two months ago, we were finishing up a two-year long distance stint blows my mind. It just seems so far from where we are now--in the absolute best way.
Sure, I wish he'd clean the George Foreman the night he makes dinner rather than three nights later, and I wish he'd spend a little less time on his computer. And sure, he wishes I'd put my shoes away, rinse the dishes better, and do a better job of cleaning the sink after I do my makeup, but things are good. Really good. And oddly normal.
I like it. :)