My lease was up last year in September and his was up 6 months later, so when it came time for me to start thinking about renewing or moving again (it would be the 6th time in 6 years!), I started thinking about us moving in together since we knew it would happen eventually, and I didn’t know if I wanted to wait another whole year. I was a little nervous about how he would react since he’s never lived with a girl before and hadn’t had a roommate since, well, ever. He had a great apartment in a high-rise downtown, but he knew I would never live downtown so that meant him living farther away from work. Plus, we had only been exclusive for less than 9 months. I decided to casually mention it to him when there was still time for me to make a decision, and to my happy surprise, he was all for it.
We fell in love with the first apartment we saw, literally right behind Wrigley Field (it was his Cubs fanatic paradise!). We waited a day and called, and within those 24 hours, the apartment was spoken for. I was heartbroken, but what could we do? There was another apartment for rent not too far away, so the day we saw it and fell in love, we signed the lease. High ceilings, built in the 1880s, vintage charm with beautiful exposed brick—we were sold and didn’t want that puppy to get away!
Moving in together was a lot of fun but a lot of work. Mr. Nachos and I both have a ton of stuff since we both had our own fully furnished apartments for years. He was smart. He hired movers. Me? Not so much. His mom watched my doggies for hours while we and a friend moved my stuff, and after that move, I have vowed to never again attempt to do it myself.
After we got it all in the apartment, we actually ended up having to throw out my full size couch and his bookshelf because there just wasn’t enough room. Once we got the big stuff in place, it was time to start introducing our little stuff to each other so they could learn to get along. But then I pulled this out of one of his boxes”¦
Now how in the world was I going to mesh that with this?”¦
- I’m sure you can guess
- His (just kidding)
We unpacked for a few days (luckily I’ve signed leases yearly on Labor Day weekend so we had an extra day to unpack) and honestly, and more surprisingly, it was the easiest unpacking job ever. To this day I still don’t know how our hodge-podge worlds of farts and flowers came together so beautifully, but our home is my sanctuary ”“ Cubs, farts, flowers, and all.
I know not everyone is keen on the idea of moving in together before an engagement, but it just made sense and worked for us. We were paying 2 rents but taking turns staying at each others’ apartments so one apartment was always empty. I’m really happy we decided to take the moving plunge because we’ve learned each others’ good habits and not-so good quirks ahead of time. I also know it will make it that much easier when we buy a house in the next few years, ’cause the movers will only have to make 1 trip.
Yeah, I’m just doing my part and helping out the hard-working movers of Chicago.
Did you have an interesting time blending his stuff with yours when you moved in together?