With moving in comes a whole new set of relationship discoveries: who does more laundry, how long does the other tolerate dirty dishes in the sink, who has better decorating taste, etc.
I actually have no idea how the Engineer decorates - as his own home here was shared and not really decorated in any particular style. I myself am only really discovering my decorating taste - but I know what I like and what I hate.
So came up our first 'semi-permanent-moving-in-together-decorating' fight. And it wasn't even a fight. It was more of a "I hate that, take it back and I'll pick one out" discussion over our shower curtain. The Engineer came home with a - oh god - world atlas printed shower curtain. Ugh.
I am sure no man would understand this, especially not my Engineer, but three girlfriends who have heard this story have groaned audibly when they hear the words 'world atlas shower curtain'. I think the problem is this: shower curtains with world atlases, dancing pigs, and flamingos all belong in the home of a student. Yes, the Engineer is a student but a grad student. Shower curtains are meant to be calming and make a bathroom a sanctuary of peace - not a study item.
Bless his heart though, I love him for making himself at home, I just have to help him a bit. So apparently he didn't like me flat out telling him I hated it. Apparently this whole compromise thing means we have to agree on things. I wish he would just compromise that I have better taste. Alas, that will not work as he is as stubborn as I. He said that he both have to like something. Well, I didn't like the Atlas - so it went back.
Instead, I found a shower curtain on CLEARANCE from Pottery Barn (see? at least I am going for clearance). I liked the pattern, somewhat busy but nice, and let the Engineer pick the colour. He chose blue. I would have gone with grey but whatever - I compromised, he compromised. That's how a relationship works right?
I am going to try my best to be less anal, but he has to give me the space to create a nice home. Just because we are only there for two years does not mean we have to live in a hovel - especially when I work from it. A home is your safe place, your heart, your comfort zone. It has to be pretty!
Sheesh, if that was the fuss over the shower curtain, I fear the day we pick the dishes . . . .