Working Hard to Settle In

After unpacking everything from the moving truck, Matt and I hightailed it out of the apartment to celebrate Christmas a second time with my parents, brother, and grandparents and then to ring in the New Year with dear family friends.


After the weekend was over, it was time for us to head back to our new home...where we had a lot of unpacking, painting, and decorating to do.

Some people say that you develop a sense of husband/wife roles based on what you observed in your home (i.e. what your parents did). My dad was always (in my memory) pretty laid back about how things were decorated and seemed to let my mom make most of the decisions about paint colors, bathroom fixtures, couches, etc.

I am sure that my dad would have spoken up if my mom was contemplating something that he utterly detested but I don't think I can recall him ever having an extremely strong opinion on, say, the color or pattern of a duvet cover.


I expected that my husband would also be this way. That whoever I married would have more of a laissez-faire attitude...which would conveniently enable me to decorate any way that I saw fit.

Was I ever wrong! Matt has an opinion on everything. And his own vision of what our home should look like. And his own criteria for deciding on kitchen appliances, couches, wall paint colors....the list goes on.


He can deny it all he wants but, I assure you, I speak the truth. 

This drove me absolutely crazy when we were engaged and registering for our wedding gifts. 


But after 2.5 years of marriage, I have come to really appreciate that Matt cares about our home. 


Now, when I look around our apartment, I love that it is more "our" style rather than just my style. 

Check in a few days to see what "our" style looks like!