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So this is married life…

I celebrated my first wedding anniversary yesterday. Frankly, I didn’t feel any different today than I do yesterday or the day before that. My relationship to Dude hasn’t changed one bit since we started dating in 2010, just that he’s the last person I see before I sleep and the first person I see when I wake up.

In the year that I’ve been married, we made a home together, spend almost all free time together, and head to work almost everyday together. He’s such a big part of my life that when he went to reservist the two weeks preceding our wedding anniversary, I felt lonely in a way that I’m not accustomed to. I had to relearn how to sleep alone (all covered up to the point where all you can see is a big lump of blankets and pillows), to eat what ever is available for breakfast because making breakfast for 1 is such a hassle (I ended up with coffee and left over Eid goodies), and spending my commute to work, playing more games on my phone that I normally would.

In the one year, I realised how much my priorities have changed. Family takes precedence over my work. I spend most mornings and evenings prepping for his¬†lunches instead of dumping everything and sitting down to watch tv. His work shirts get priority over all other laundry piles, and they get ironed before the weekend is over, even if it means cutting short our outings. Trying to get all of us eating healthier means trying out new things to cook, new recipes and even new ingredients, even if it’s a little strange.

I never thought that married life would be like this but I wouldn’t change it for anything.¬†

3 weeks in


It was hard moving out of my parents’ house. I’m leaving behind the home I’ve always known, my comfort zone and the company of my blood relatives, into a different house, with people I meet at most a couple of times a week, before the wedding. It was a change to sleep in a bigger bed and share it with some one. It was strange to have 2 cats under feet most of the time and most of all, getting used to the new bathroom schedules.

I realised how pampered I was; having breakfast already prepared by the time I’m showered and dressed, the laundry done for me, there were fresh bedsheets on the bed weekly. Now I’m the one doing the laundry, the breakfast and the sheets. It’s a learning experience that I’m hoping that I’ll be better at and be able to do it faster.
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