Raise your hand if you really, really dislike moving! (My hand is raised high in the air.)
Two weeks before the wedding, Mr. Wallaby and I were busy as bees (teehee) lugging all of my belongings from my apartment to my car, driving the 15-minute distance between my apartment and his bachelor pad house, and combining our possessions in our new shared home. (OK, confession time: my possessions consist mostly of clothes, books, college textbooks, way too many cosmetics, and the last three years’ issues of The New Yorker.)
My trusty Subaru has been through four moves (not including my move from Seattle to Houston, which was covered by my company’s relocation package). Every year of college my best friends and I rented a different house off campus; at some point during the year, we would discover something pretty bad about the house (e.g., mold problems, super-creepy neighbors, loud frat next door) and we’d scout out a new rental house when the lease was up. And so every summer we would bribe our strongest male friends with pizza, and with their help we’d move all of our stuff from one house to the next.
When I met Mr. Wallaby, I was living in a two-bedroom apartment with an old friend I had interned with. Mr. W helped me move yet again to a new (cheaper) apartment a year ago, and I’ve spent the last year rooming with Bridesmaid C, one of my BFFs from high school. In October, I moved for the final time as a single girl. Mr. W is a lucky guy to inherit all of this stuff:
Personal photo
It’s been a little nostalgic for me. I’m going to miss coming home, changing into a pair of worn-out yoga pants, turning on reruns of Sex and the City, and eating ice cream out of the container. I’m going to miss being the sole decision-maker when it comes to decorating (Mr. Wallaby now has the power to veto my zebra-striped shower curtain and my vintage Paris travel posters). And I will for sure miss this cozy little apartment that I share with Bridesmaid C:
Our cozy little apartment / Personal photos
But I was also very, very excited to move in with Mr. W. I couldn’t wait to fall asleep next to my best friend every night. Since we’re now sharing a home, we can finally get a dog together! (Dog lovers, stay tuned for a Wallaby Family furbaby coming soon!) And I am definitely ready to begin nesting. I’m sure we’ll have some adjustments to make, but I am so happy we moved in together and got to start our new life as newlyweds.
How was your adjustment to living with your significant other? What changed the most when you moved in together?
This posts sounds like how I felt when I moved in with Mr. T just before the wedding. I was super excited, but a little bummed to leave my single girl lifestyle behind. I kind of feel the same way now about changing my name. Mr. T keeps bugging me to do it, but I’m procrastinating because then it makes me tiny bit sad to leave my life as Miss T behind and become a Mrs forever and always.
I know what you mean, but the yoga pants, SATC and ice cream can remain a part of your life 
I can totally relate. I really, really miss my old one-bedroom apartment. I see it every day on my way to and from work and I sometimes look up at the balcony and remember my awesome place that I had to myself. Don’t get me wrong, I love living with Mr. C and we have had zero issues living together for the past (almost) two years, but I do miss that single life sometimes — if not just for the solitude and silence.
I had a hard time adjusting when Mr. Spice moved in with me– I’d been living in my apartment solo for two years, and all of a sudden I had to share all of “my” space with someone else. Granted, someone I love with all my heart, but still. I’m not so good with sharing sometimes.
Things got better a year later when we moved into a new apartment that we’d picked together. I’m a big proponent of (if you can, anyways) moving in to a new space when a couple moves in together. Obviously that isn’t going to work for everyone, but it did wonders for me in terms of adjusting to that whole “our” space mentality. But then again, I think a lot of our adjustment problems were me (I’ve never done well with roommates, either).
I absolutely detest moving (ugh! most horrible thing ever!) so Mr. Spice and I have already talked about our after-marriage place being somewhere we can spend the next 5 years (before we buy a house which, hopefully, will be our forever house). I love living with him, but I do kind of miss coming home to a quite, serene space that doesn’t have dirty man socks strewn everywhere. Oh well. At least I get snuggles out of the bargain. 
My fiancé & I are officially moving in together a month before the wedding. I’m super excited! We stay at each other’s place a lot & when he’s in town (he’s away at law school) he stays at my place. It’s fun but I have a roommate so it’s never just us. I can’t wait until its JUST US! <3
I was excited to move in with Mr. P because it meant we wouldn’t be living with my dad anymore (I love my dad, but newlyweds should have their own space), but I was super anxious to leave my easy lifestyle behind! The good outweighs the bad though
This car looks exactly like Mr. D’s and I whenever we move. We are both biblioholics and have about six bookshelves full of books in our apartment. It’s redonk. Mr. D and I have lived together off and on for about five years in our relationship, so it was very easy to finally move into our “married”space.
“It’s been a little nostalgic for me. I’m going to miss coming home, changing into a pair of worn-out yoga pants, turning on reruns of Sex and the City, and eating ice cream out of the container.”
Oops! Does this mean I’m not supposed to be doing that with my fi around in our condo? Haha I had go laugh when I read that as I was doing the identical thing the day before (except with Ellen instead of satc). Anyway, best of luck! Hope you settle in really well and I cant wait to hear about the fur-baby!
@Mrs. Treasure: YES – I felt the same exact way about changing my name. I kept my maiden name as my middle name, and that helps a little bit.
@Dela2012: Hahaha it probably will!
@Miss Camel: I didn’t realize I would miss the solitude – I tend to get lonely – but I can definitely relate now.
@Sugar_and_Spice: Aww that’s a really sweet story
@FtrMrsAMH: Living with your best friend rocks! I am so happy living with Mr. W. So excited for you, girl! It’s totally worth the wait!
@ChicagoDreamer: I’ll keep ya’ll posted on the furbabies!!
@Mrs. Pony: I definitely agree.
@Mrs. Doily: Hahaha. Moving books is a pain in the butt.
@daniTS: Hahaha! It’s too hot here right now to wear yoga pants but when winter finally comes I will probs return to my single girl habits
We didn’t move in together till we were married, so while there were adjustments, it was mostly what you mentioned — not being able to come home and just do girly things without any other thoughts. AND the decorating thing, too. Overall, though, the joys of living together far outweigh the nostalgia I feel about my “single” days!
Mrs. Wallaby, Houston Age and Occupation: 24, Environmental Engineer Engagement Date: January 1, 2012 Wedding Date: November 2012 Venue: Oak Tree Manor About Me: I'm a free-spirited, adventurous girl who loves anything active, reading, traveling, cooking up new dishes for my fiancé, and working on my budding garden. My fiancé is an athletic, intellectual, animal-loving guy with an obsession with basketball and who treats me with the deepest compassion and respect. We are both engineers, and we met at our workplace. Together we complement one another and make a great team, and we are excitedly counting down the days until our outdoor wedding in Houston in November. We're planning a green wedding with lots of Persian cultural touches, and I can't wait to share all of the before-and-after details of our special day
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