spend the night.

So I'm moved into Andrew's house.  However, most of my stuff is still at my parents.  I keep wearing the same 10 outfits over and over.  I have books I want to read.  Things I need to have.  Most of my personal belongings are 30 minutes away.  And I haven't gotten the motivation to go and get anything.  I just don't want to go to that house, and if I do I want to be by myself.  I'm not really sure why.  I think I'm afraid if I start packing my stuff I'll get emotional and I don't want anyone to see it.  Andrew would be concerned and feel bad,  Daddy would be unhappy thinking I'm unhappy.  And Mom...  She would feel victorious in some way.  She'd take it as an affirmation that I did marry him just to get away from her and now I'm miserable.

Really she's been fine though.  She's been very nice.  Finally she's accepted it, even if her reason is because there is nothing that can be done anymore.  The battle is over, we got married.

And I am really happy!  This is like a spend the night party with your best friend that never ends.  If your best friend is a really hot man. 

He has been real good about letting me do things to try to make me feel like I live here, too.  I was afraid he would feel like I was trying to take over.  He let me put up a white painted mirror and take over the top of the dresser.  He's bought a lingere chest for extra storage and let me direct him on where to move the furniture.  He let me put some of his old stuff he 'decorated' with in boxes.  He even said he would paint the room if I picked out the color (he said no pink, fine with me).

This is my female corner.  It will be expanding soon.  :)