Jason and I have started the gargantuan task of bringing our belongings together to form one home. Those of you who have ever seen Jason's apartment or participated in the agony that is moving Jason to a new place, will know what a triumph this will be. I have a fair amount of stuff myself, which is currently all piled in the middle of the living room, but Jason has managed to fill a 2-bedroom apartment with a dining room and a huge living room all by himself. And when I say "fill" I mean it. Every surface is covered, every inch of the perimeter has something in it.
The state of the apartment has caused several sets of tears and freakouts on my part. This past summer was supposed to be the summer of organization and cleaning. Well, we cleaned the dining room nicely one weekend and created a pile of stuff to be sold. Then things from other parts of the apartment started gradually migrating into the dining room and it looks like we never cleaned. I cleaned and organized some of the kitchen cupboards, but didn't do nearly as much as I wanted. Jason did actually get rid of a couple of computer harddrives (a miracle I thought I would never live to see), and spent a lot of evenings organizing and cleaning and listing things on Craig's List and ebay. But I don't think you understand the amount of things that Jason has. Although it was obvious he had cleaned, and I lavished effusive praise on him, there is still SO MUCH STUFF.
I am by no means a neat freak, I just want things to be relatively neat and sanitary. I also can't handle every square inch of space being filled with something simply because there is space to fill. No, really, blank floor and wall space is allowed. I promise.
The good news is, we have a deadline. On the 10th we're having an Open House to celebrate our marriage with those who we weren't able to invite to the wedding (and any of the people who were there who want to show up), as well as a birthday party for Jason whose birthday is the next day.*
On Sunday, I had a mini freakout as I looked around wondering how in the world we were going to get it done by the 10th. Jason calmed me down and said that a positive attitude on my part would really help a lot. True. Then in a cute moment, which Jason may or may not remember, on Monday morning when I left for work, he gave me a kiss and in a half-asleep voice mumbled, "I'm sorry it's so messy, Baby. Don't worry, I'll clean it up. I promise...I'll clean it..."
Last night we joined efforts and got it done. Or at least some of it. I unpacked clothes into my closet and we moved my dresser to its proper place and mostly cleared the bedroom floor. I woke up this morning so happy to not be tripping over random piles of clothes and suitcases as I tried not to wake Jason up while I got ready for work.
One room down (mostly), four rooms to go.
* For anyone keeping track, I was born on 10/10, he was born on 11/11. I was supposed to be born on 11/11. Spooky, yes?
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It would have been cool if you had gotten married on 12/12 or 9/9. :)
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