Sharing Spaces

Saturday morning was the first day of Autumn, and the cold early morning air was unforgiving, waking me up to grab a sheet for warmth. I realised that I was already wrapped up in my blanket. So I got up and decided to bring out the winter gear and put away my summer wardrobe. As I was doing this, it occured to me that I might just as well make way for MJ's arrival at the end of the month. Meaning, I had to make space for him in my wardrobe and my drawers ...and my bed.

It wasn't easy emptying half of my wardrobe. What initially seemed like a menial task at first was becoming a burden. Why did I have to go through the horrors of segragating which clothes I needed and which ones weren't. I slowly started to turn against MJ. He was the one who was soon-to-be encroaching on in my life, why did I have to go through the inconvenience. I loved my clothes and always boasted about my roomy wardrobe and now, I had to reduce it by 50%! How much more compromising would it be to be in a domestic partnership? MJ had suggested that he just buy one of those zip-up, cheapy-looking, assembly-required wardrobes. For what? So it could ruin the decor of my pretty little room? No way, Jose. It was eating me up. Am I ready to actually spend half of my time and space with this guy? Being boyfriend-girlfriend was fine. But moving in together? I wasn't quite sure how it would feel.

Sunday afternoon, I was walking to church. It was a good 15-minute walk from the Westfield Parramatta, the mall where I've just been. The weather was really good and while I was walking, I passed by the river. I saw people aimlessly walking about and families having picnics. I so wanted to spend the afternoon there. Just lying around in the park with a good book in hand. And there was nothing more that could make it better than having MJ beside me. I secretly tried to hide my smile. There was nothing more my heart wanted than to have him beside me -- even if I had to vacate half my wardrobe and drawers.

After several Sex and the City reruns, it was really hard to get sleep on Sunday evening. Maybe it was the new pillows that I bought for MJ. Maybe it was becasue I wasn't used to sleeping on the outer edge to the bed. I tried moving to"my side", the other side of the bed closer to the wall. I was still tossing and turning. Then I realised, I don't have A side. I normally slept in the middle of the bed. So I curled up into my favorite fetal-position, taking up my itty bitty spot right smack in the middle of the bed. I don't need to choose which side of the bed I wanted to sleep in -- well, at least until MJ gets here. For now, I'll make the most of sleeping in the middle.