Remember how me and My Love were moving in together? Ya know cohabitation, peeing with the door open, picking paint swatches and burning grilled cheese together? All that lovey shit.
Well, we finally did. Initially after that blog post, we put it off for a few months due to finances, fears, confusion, etc. etc. Then, with a little push from recent events and a dire need for independence and spending money on cleaning supplies and Pinot Grigio- we just said, fuck it (since that's my favorite phrase; When in doubt, say Fuck it!)- let's do it. Here's the catch....we moved into my Granny's apartment, that's attached to her house. It's completely separate from where she lives; it's own entry, kitchen, etc. etc. However, her things, were still in it. Until we came in and performed Operation Fix This Shit Up.
My Grandpa Jerry smokes a few packs a day and has for years, so the smoke, and the former furry Dog that lived there when my Cousin inhabited the place gave the whole apartment a nice blanket of.......grime? and well, fur.
I don't do grime. Let me tell you what I also don't do; WOLF ART. Native American sculptures. Western....anything (unless they're vintage cowboy boots or salsa), dog hair, mess, or sports paraphernalia. I've only acted like a gave a fuck about sports very few times in my life and I believe it was motivated by a reward in beer and jalapeno poppers.
When we moved all of our things in I thought- well, at least I know I'm dying of second hand smoke and not decapitation from a car crash, or melanoma. We've got that covered. Then, because I'm unreasonably impatient, we went to Home Depot painted, shampooed the carpets, washed the walls, put in crown molding, spent a gross amount of money at Hobby Lobby, replaced the curtains, the air filters and spruced the place up like we were Ty Pennington and that irritating team of cry babies with tool belts.
There's something about FIXING things with your love that's incredibly gratifying. Look what we did! It makes you feel like your team effort could certainly win the finale of Amazing Race, or you could make a kick ass winning Trivial Pursuit team. Or find a way to make a multi-room fort. Why we don't these things more often, I have no idea?
It's my first time living with a man, ya know one that isn't related, or temporarily crashing on my couch disguising himself as my friend and thinking of me as his hotel/maid. I've already told him to put down the toilet seat, a million times. He's already told me I'm annoying as "shit" and that I "never take his suggestions" to which I replied, "well, make better suggestions." And all of this....is out of love.
The mundane, the bickering and the feeling of can-you-not-cuddle-me-I'm-trying-to-sleep, are all just truths when someone becomes a part of your life, through and through.
After four days of "Operation Fix This Shit Up" while sitting on our vintage, newly shampooed couch, watching wedding cake show marathons on WEtv, I realized our home is finally a reflection of what we've gone through internally. Peeling back the layers, scrapping clean the tarnished ideas and scars that we've allowed to gather dust and sit there, permeating through every inch of our belief systems about ourselves, love, men, women....life.
When you meet that other person they help, "FIX YOU", they pull out their emotional Clorox wipes and help dust off the parts of you that over time shined a little less....they just needed a little assistance to reveal the natural sparkle. It isn't just carpet and cushions that need a good date with scrubbing bubbles.
We FIXED this home- together. We've fixed each other sometimes together, and other times completely solo, pulling the weight while the other floundered (or went to jail). Our house, our spirit, our love- sparkles and all it needed was a little deep cleaning.
WHO HAS HELPED "FIX" YOU????