Growing Pains

It's easy to forget how hard the first year of living with someone is. A newlywed friend of mine

is just going through that rough stage with her new husband.

Ugh... I seriously feel for her. 

Rhys and I moved in together rather quickly {6 months}. We both have said that probably wasn't the best idea {although it obviously worked out}. 

We were both living with roommates and it was just a rough go all around so we decided to bite the bullet. We both were thinking that we were practically living together anyways.... We were wrong. 

It is a major difference to not be able to go to your separate "spaces" and have alone time or go home from work and have an uninterrupted nap.

That first year at 28 Hartford Rd was filled with laughter, tears{lots of tears}, yelling, learning to compromise, finding the buttons, but also with lots of love.

 I wouldn't change it for the world. Because we weren't married, I think there was always "an out" if we felt things really weren't working.It made it more of a choice to be together. Trust me, there were plenty of times 

I wasn't sure that we would make it but in the end it was just  

growing pains.

Eventually you find a rhythm, and when you 

outgrow that rhythm you find a new one. 

When we first bought our house and moved in, I thought that eventually it would feel like home. What I didn't realize was how much Hartford was a part of us {Rhys doesn't have the same sentiment towards our Hartford house}. Although the first year was a rough one, there are so many great memories.