I’m pro-cohabitation.

on January 25, 2012 in Nash-livin' with 6 comments by

I got back from Scotland approximately eight weeks and two days ago.

I only know because one of my besties in Nashville birthed a baby the same day I got on a plane. So yesterday, when she tells me, “Yep, he’s eight weeks old exactly,” my brain immediately thinks, “Man, I’ve been home for eight weeks and a day.”

Which means, God bless ‘em, I’ve been living with a married couple for eight weeks while I’ve been trying to find my next home. Sure, I didn’t think it would last eight weeks, but alas. It has.

We’re gonna call them The Givers. That is not their real name.

No reason to expose their real identity because….

  • they never signed up to be blog fodder
  • they live a bit more quietly than I do
  • when you hear how great my life has been, you’re gonna want to move in with them too and they aren’t into running a bed and breakfast.

It has been a blast. I can’t even tell y’all. They are some of the most generous and wonderful people I’ve ever known. And something I’m growing to learn about myself is that I totally love co-habitating.

[Probably the more appropriate term is "community living" but co-habitation is just way funnier. But you know what I mean.]

Here’s why co-habitation with The Givers has been awesome.

1. They buy the kind of popcorn that just say “BUTTER” and it is delicious.

2. When I sign up to make approximately 150 cake balls for a wedding, there are people to work in that factory.

3. We all love the same TV shows. So when the three of us settle into the house at night, there is no awkward “who gets to watch what they like” moments. We just start the DVR and all are pleased.

[Caveat: They don't DVR The Waltons. But I don't mind.]

4. Living with a boy who is married to one of my dearest friends is awesome. I can ask him guy questions. “When that boy texted that, what did he mean?” and the like. So pretty much, the conversations my other guy friends avoid, Mr. Giver can’t avoid. Because he lives with me. Boom.

5. There are a few pair of eyes that can work on the puzzle.

6. Mrs. Giver is a counselor. AnnieBlogs is an over-emoter. These things work well together. [More for me than for her.]

7. I’ve learned so much from living with them. For example, Mr. Giver is a big believer in pro-active conversations so that we don’t have reactive conversations.

Example.

Mr. Giver: “Annie, we love you being here. Have you found a place to live? We’re not tired of you yet.”

Annie: “Mr. Giver, thank you for your kindness. I’m still actively looking. Hopefully soon. But I love living here.”

And scene.

No emotions. No freak outs. No kick outs. Just a proactive convo. Love it.

8. There is almost always someone to talk to…. proving once again, I have issues.

. . . . .

These last eight weeks have taught me a lot about how I want to live. I want to be generous and giving even beyond what is normal. [Yikes... I should have been out of there WEEKS ago. Bless them.]

I move out Friday into my own place. And the miracle of it all? We are all sad.

My tip to you, person who thinks it would be cool to stay with some friends for a while? Leave before you want to and leave before they want you to leave.

Also. Restock their popcorn.

6 comments

  1. posted on Jan 25, 2012 at 5:21 AM  |  reply

    You’ve found a place?! I thought that was great news until I read this post. Now I’m not so sure. ;)

  2. merideth
    posted on Jan 25, 2012 at 9:14 AM  |  reply

    They sound like awesome people. I like that the girl’s a counselor(because so am I). Congrats on finding a place to live! Hope moving day goes smoothly.

  3. Amy
    posted on Jan 25, 2012 at 9:18 AM  |  reply

    Loved this post! I have been specifically praying for a place for you, so this is great. Sounds like the Givers were a gift from the Lord for your transition time. I continue to be so blessed by your words, Annie. When I get back to Tennessee next year, I am taking you out for a coffee! (or whatever sort of beverage you want, actually) :)

  4. posted on Jan 25, 2012 at 10:22 AM  |  reply

    Love that you got to be with them and that while it’s sad that you do get your own place!!

  5. posted on Jan 25, 2012 at 11:05 AM  |  reply

    So glad you found a place and I nearly LOLed at the title of this story too!
    :)

  6. posted on Nov 01, 2012 at 2:49 PM  |  reply

    Love this. I have lived with my pastor and his wife for 2 years (yeah…way longer than 8 weeks, but they have a basement apartment for me, aka they have an upstairs space to breathe outside of my presence, so we’re still good) and man – it’s amazing. And they have two kids so when I don’t feel like being an adult after work, I can jump on the trampoline with them, shoot hoops, or spy on the curious neighbors while pretending to be whatever superhero they are fans of that day. Oh – and when I’m out of cookie dough, they usually have some upstairs. Love it.

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