living.in.technicolor

A few weeks ago, my boyfriend and I took a positive step. I moved into his apartment. We switched rooms with his apartment mate and adjusted the rent accordingly. My parents helped me move my little sister’s old bed and my black IKEA dresser into the room. Otherwise, I brought my clothes, a few books, DVDs and stools. There wasn’t much else to bring since my boyfriend and his apartment mate had already set up shop.

We’re getting into a (domestic) routine. I usually wake up earlier for work. We split grocery bills and take turns cooking/washing. We keep steady track of what we owe each other. We switch between sleeping in my bed and his bed, even though mine has the newer mattress. We even wear headphones so we can listen to our respective music without bothering the other. Disneyland, nights out with friends and shopping dates are much more of an option than it was living in the Valley.

In a way, I feel more focused living with him. I took the GRE last week and was able to focus well during my studies here. I’m not on iChat constantly talking to him while sending stupid Tumblr gifs. If we’re playing games, we help each other out. In a way, we’re living the way we thought we would after college, though not the way we pictured it to be. Nevertheless, I really love sleeping in his arms and waking up next to him. Some mornings, it’s really hard to leave the bed.