Let me preface this by saying that I thoroughly enjoy living with my boyfriend, Ryan. I love coming home and knowing that Ryan will be home, and I know that he'll listen to me tell him about my day, and I'll listen to him tell me about his day. We've had our ups and downs while living with each other for the past few months, but it's been going really well.
I definitely had high expectations when thinking about what it would be like living with Ryan, and even though the reality is different than I had in mind, I wouldn't have it any other way.
Eating together
I definitely had high expectations when thinking about what it would be like living with Ryan, and even though the reality is different than I had in mind, I wouldn't have it any other way.
Eating together
Expectation:
Reality:
Living with a cat
Expectation:
Expectation:
Reality: (Ryan is allergic to cats)
Sleeping in the same bed
Expectation:
Reality:
(we might as well be sleeping in separate beds by how much we DON'T cuddle)
What We Do In Our Spare Time
Expectation:
Reality:
Reality:
What We Do In Our Spare Time (wink wink ;))
Expectation:
Reality:
(Me)
(Ryan)
Exercising together
Expectation:
Reality:
Going on a date
Expectation:
Reality:
What we end up doing:
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