Moving in my in-laws has been quite the experience already. I expressed it on Snapchat, but I'm realizing that if I never have to move again I would be content. You wonder how so much STUFF can fit into a 650 square foot, one bedroom apartment. It's scary.
The next few weeks (maybe months) will prove to be a challenge. I am moving into a house with my husband and two younger brothers - both in their early, mid-20's. I am 30. I can't imagine the kinds of things that are going to happen. It could be totally seamless, although I doubt it.
I've been weary about it. Especially since our move has happened so quickly. At the beginning of the month our minds were very set on moving into our own space and now we're moving into a house with two other people where personal space is limited. I'm trying to be optimistic about it. I have never lived with roommates other than my husband, and the last time I lived with brothers was over twelve years ago. The good news is that I'm much more level-headed now than I once was. Going through old journals yesterday is proof. I'm doing my best to see this living situation as a personal challenge instead of a burden. What are the ways I will change? What can I learn? What can I teach? How will my perspective shift? I'm up for it. There's nothing I can do to change it anyhow - I might as well make the best of it.
One of the most difficult parts is seeing all of our STUFF piled in a corner by the doorway. All in plain sight; nothing is hidden. My dirty laundry (literally) is there for everyone to see. Part of me is embarrassed for how much we have but we've also gotten rid of a lot of things and just that has lifted a weight that has been bearing down on us for two years and longer for myself.
Update: almost three weeks in and it's better than I thought. I've managed to maintain somewhat of a routine which is keeping me sane. Living with little brothers isn't so bad either. It's fun to come home to a house with family in it - it feels safe, warm, and welcome. I didn't even think to contemplate how our living with brothers would impact them - I'm sure it's not all fun and games for them either. I have the ability to hog the bathroom for hours while I primp and prime. Brothers, if you need to kick me out just do it!
It's funny how our minds will totally run itself into the ground with pessimistic thoughts. I kept thinking of the worst possible situation, but it's really not bad at all. I worry though that I have satisfied myself by thinking the absolute worst and by thinking the worst, reality will obviously exceed it. It's probably not the most healthy way of thinking, but it's a defense mechanism and I want to learn to be realistic instead of only imagining the worst.
That being said, the house isn't half bad. It's nice to come home to people. I see my brothers in law so much more than used to and it's really nice. At least we have our own space and I've been able to practice my cooking on them. Looks like I AM learning something.