Cohabitation: Day 14 Report

So we’ve officially survived two weeks of living together and I have some observations. First: Marcus somehow takes longer in the bathroom than me. I didn’t know this was scientifically possible but here we are.

Cohabitation: Day 14 Report

This morning I timed him - twenty-seven minutes. TWENTY-SEVEN. What is he DOING in there?

Second observation: our kitchen is basically a hallway with appliances.

Kitchen choreography is a real skill

When we’re both trying to make coffee it’s like some weird dance where nobody knows the steps. Yesterday he opened the cabinet right into my head and I elbowed him in the ribs reaching for a mug. Romance is alive and well, people.

Exhibit A: The towel situation

Also, can we talk about the towel situation? He uses a towel ONCE and then just… abandons it. On the floor, on the bed, draped over furniture like some sad bathroom ghost. I’ve started a collection.

The look I give when he asks where the coffee filters are

But somehow despite all this - the bathroom hogging, the kitchen collisions, the towel crimes - I actually love it. Even when he’s being weird about the coffee filters (they’re in the cabinet, Marcus, the OBVIOUS cabinet), this tiny apartment feels like ours.

Who knew domestic bliss could be so… domestic?