A Wedding to Remember Part IV: The Voyage Home (Suck it Star Trek)

So, the wedding drama had been conquered, and we were back on the easy-track to marriage. Things were going great as each decision was being decided one after another. I felt like either we were pros or we had stayed at a Holiday Inn last night. Either way, the drama was gone, we were in love, and things were good. But I wanted my future wife to move in with me. Ya know, get things started now. How is that going to affect things? Well, of course it can't be too easy.

A little over three years ago, I bought a house. They say the best days of buying a house is the day you buy it and the day you sell it. I love my house, and since no one can sell a house now, it's about to be our humble abode. There are some obstacles, like a roomate I've had for three years, and the fact the house has lacked a certain feminine touch for, well, pretty much ever (I think there's still chinese in the fridge from 3 years ago). It can't be a problem, right?

The first thing, was letting my roommate know he was being replaced by a far prettier person than he. I told him that we were engaged, and that I wanted my future wife living with me as soon as possible. Mainly it was a money issue. We needed to save all the money we could. Also, this living apart thing was seriously cramping our style. I enjoyed spending all the time I could with her, and the few moments I didn't see her between going to work and going to bed would have to be remedied.

So, I told my roommate he needed to start looking. As I looked around, trying to assess how this house would change, I started to notice some glaring "issues." When is the last time I cleaned that fan? Did my roommate ever use a vaccum? Will my fiance pass out when she sees this? Good God! That dust-bunny is bigger than the dog! Yeah, some cleaning would have to be done. No problem right? I can clean. In certain circles, they call me "Mr. Clean." That's easy enough.

So, as the old roomate leaves, I look around at all the things that were very bachelor-pad like. The smell, the dust in the corners, the porn, err, uhh, the magazines, and a lot of the furniture. It would have to go, if this place would turn into our home. As the stuff piled up, the house started to look a bit like a home. Frames were placed, junk was thrown away and that mark on the wall magically disappeared. It's like we were building a home from scratch.

So, I learned a few things on our voyage to home making. First off, it's a lot of hard work. Secondly, my future wife can clean better than anyone. And thirdly, it requires, like everything else in our lives, a bit of compromise. She threw some stuff out, as did I. We wanted to make our home together, and we are happy for it. Now, we are relishing in our lives together, as we get closer to each other, cook, and love the living together life. Another dream checked off the list.

As we went to bed the other night, exhausted from non-stop moving and cleaning, with our animals next to us, snuggling down into our bed, in our home, my wonderful, sweet, amazing future wife uttered "now we can get back to planning our wedding." I do love my fiance.