“So which couches should we keep?”

Such a simple, easy question.  Should have a simple, easy answer.  Namely, I want his furniture.  Mine is thrift store crap that I’ve picked up at the random yard sales; his is overstuffed leather.  He wins.  So that one WAS simple and easy.

“Which beds?”

A little more complex.  His bed is bigger; my mattress is PERFECT.  He has a headboard; my mattress, again, is PERFECT.  He has an entire bedroom suite, all of which matches; but my mattress is PERFECT!!  He wins.  My mattress will have to be perfect somewhere else.

“And I’m gonna go ahead and start bringing stuff over.”

This is fine, too.  Except that my Halloween stuff is STILL up (because I’ve been too damn lazy/tired to take it down), so the house is already cluttered.  And when I asked what he’d be bringing over, he said the stuff out of his hallway closet (random odds and ends) and his bike.  BIKE?  When do you ride a bike? 

I love my house.  I love this man.  But I think my house may be a bit small for two complete people to live in.

But, hey.  It’s all about comprimise, right?  He gets the couches and the bedroom, and I get a washer and a dryer.  And we get to wake up in the same house EVERY morning.  Together.  Sounds like a pretty sweet deal to me.