You know we all have them. Some are actually fairly pleasant, while others you straight up don’t share on the Internet. Well, I figure it’s #HashtagHumpday Confessions so here goes a few of mine after being in the new apartment for three weeks.
This was how fancy we were for our Valentine’s Day dinner. I think it pretty accurately sums up the lifestyle for two people who just moved into a new place, don’t you agree? We even borrowed the wine glasses so we wouldn’t have to drink out of plastic cups. Luckily, the following day was President’s Day so I went sales shopping—you know, to get things like plates and a bath mat. #eventhetableisntours
There might have been a tiny bit of splurging (and big thank yous to our families!!). For instance, I can’t decide if I love my new trash can or vacuum cleaner more. I realize no one should get this excited over household things, yet it’s a different story when you’ve been living on the barest of necessities and now get these luxuries. But seriously, Jake opens the trash can saying, “Oh hello, sexy” and the Shark vacuum cleaner makes you actually want to clean your home. #maybenowtherewontbedoghaireverywhere
I have now been Netflix-free for three weeks. Okay… you caught me, it’s only because we still haven’t done the twenty minutes of research to get our own Internet service plan. We’ve been mooching off the xfinity network—it makes me appreciate the speed of dial-up. #thisseriouslyneedstobeatoppriority
Which means we’ve been watching our good ol’ collection of DVD’s. Jake has definitely come home from work and caught me watching Finding Nemo, I learned I can actually quote all of Forgetting Sarah Marshall, I’ve stayed up late working while Harry Potter plays in the background, and our romantic Valentine’s Day movie was Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Oh, and I think it’s safe to say we are both extremely sick of South Park Seasons 4 and 11. #icantwaittonetflixbingeagain
I really couldn’t care less about my neighbors throwing me dirty looks as they scoop up their little dogs who go ballistic when they see Ollie. My dog may be big, but at least he’s trained and pays no attention to your foo-foo tiny dog. So don’t get mad at me. #mydogiscoolerthanyourdog
It feels like the skies open up and the heavens appear every time I open the fridge now finally stocked with food. Now it isn’t just left overs from Jake’s family’s house, we have enough food for breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks—oh my! We made an agreement neither of us will go to the grocery store until Friday (that’s a whole eight days since our last visit) and I think, I think, we can make it happen. #imayhavecavedandboughtwine
I am bamboozled by how much laundry Jake and I do. Our washing machine seems like it is always running—no joke, there’s at least one load a day and there’s a never-ending mountain of clothes to be folded. Is this, like, normal when you live with a guy? #girlssmellbetterthanboys
I haven’t unpacked any of my miscellaneous boxes yet. Two are even in my office nook next to the book shelf, just itching to find their place in the new home. Somehow I keep skimming over it on my to-do list though. One of these days… #suckitupandgetitdone
What are some of your confessions after just moving into a new home?
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