We're crammed in a small, but wonderful studio apartment in Oklahoma City. The water pressure is spotty, the carpet is dingy, and we almost die every time we light the stove. And yes, I did say light the stove. But it's ours, and we love it.
We've been here for a week now and we're finally starting to feel settled. No more boxes, no more presents to open, no more cleaning...for now at least. I went grocery shopping, so we no longer feel like starving college students living from one Taco Bueno burrito to the next. And I've attempted to decorate (that's a somewhat loose term) our tiny space.
Cleaning and decorating, I've discovered, are very different to the female and male minds. We think, "I can't live in this place until I scrub everything at least five times!" He thinks, "What hair in the shower?" We ask, "What can we do to make this place super cute?" He asks, "I thought I just took out the trash like you asked?"
After three days of intense scrubbing, organizing, and contemplating the perfect place for all of our stuff, Grahm told me that he "likes it." Maybe I'm being unrealistic, but I told him I needed a better and much, much bigger response to the miracle I performed for our home. I may post pictures, if I suddenly get courageous, so you all can enthusiastically lie to me about how fantastic the place looks. ;)
Despite his lack of enthusiasm for my organization skills, we are transitioning into married life very well. Grahm is still working as a Biomedical Engineer at OMRF, and I'm doing the whole housewife/cooking for my husband/doing laundry thing. Who knows where life will lead us in the next few months. Right now, we're just enjoying the ride!