Owning

So I moved in with my girlfriend. Panic attacks and anxiety aside, so far it has been a very good experience. We cook more at home, we clean, we spend quality time together. I actually enjoy it a lot more than I thought I would!

The one thing that is weird though is trying to figure out what I now own. I mean, that spatula may not really be mine, but I use it all the time. And I am pretty sure if it broke or melted, I would have the authority to throw it in the trash. But you know some things aren’t as cut and dry. We share all sorts of things now. From chargers for our phones to pens, food, and laundry baskets.

My girlfriend brought her dog into our living situation and God forbid if something should happen to our relationship I fully expect her to take him with her. But here is where it gets tricky. I don’t “own” the dog per say, but I do have a responsibility to him. For example, say I am home alone and he needs to go outside. Well if I don’t let him out, then there is a good chance that he will pee all over something I actually do own and then we will have real problems! So I guess what we own is getting a bit more complicated.

Overall I think we will be just fine. I haven’t caught her writing her name in her books yet, so I have that going for me. But, the day I come home and find her sorting through the condiments in the fridge trying to decide which ones are hers and which ones she hates, well that is when I start hiding the spatulas!

22 September 2009 ·

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