What a month it has been! I know I have been absent these past few weeks but we have been having the most incredible time together. From drive in movie theaters to whole in the wall restaurants, we are having so much fun exploring our “new” state and town.
With that said, as wonderful as it is to have him back, it is quite an adjustment. The transition was one of the things I was most nervous for. And to be honest, it has not been as seamless as I would like to say it was. We definitely have had a few bumps in the road but we both are finding our rhythm and finally setting in to a routine together.
Some adjustments have been more humorous than others though. Like for the first few weeks he was back, I would jump so bad when he would come into a room when I wasn’t expecting it (he wouldn’t even be trying to scare me!) or when he would open the shower curtain to tell me something while I was showering (something we do all the time). But I had become so use to living by myself that just having him physically in the house was an unexpected adjustment. Another example would be last night. As I was rolling over in bed, my leg touched his and I seriously thought something/someone else was in my bed! I kicked him SO hard. In that moment, I forgot he was home and was so use to having the bed to myself. We laugh about it but It’ll be awhile before he lets me live that one down 🤦🏼♀️
For my husband, learning the house was a huge adjustment. When he left, it was still packed away in boxes. So coming back to a home he had only spent three weeks in was tough. The first week simple things like finding the silverware drawer, bath towels and cloths detergent proved to be a challenge. He was also very careful to put things back exactly how they were and not to make messes. I’m sure it felt like someone else house more than his own. But I let him know it was his home too. I set it up by myself so I did what worked for me but I was so open and ready for change. It took a few weeks but he finally got comfortable and started making things his own and rearranging. In fact, I came home one day after work to a rearranged kitchen and new pictures on the wall. Either of which were done how I would have done them or preferred but honestly it didn’t matter. I was just so happy that he was making our home his too.
Reintegration has not been easy. It takes a lot of time and we still have a long way to go. I have to remind myself daily to extend patience, understanding, love and grace towards him and the process. And he does the same for me constantly. But at the end of the day, we both are just grateful to finally be under the same roof, learning and loving on each other.