4 tips to happiness when moving in with your partner 

As you might remember, a few weeks ago my partner and I decided to take the big step and move in together. We’ve now reached our first month as roommates, which I think it’s a bigger milestone than our actual anniversary!!! This is the first time that any of us are living with a significant other, which kind of was a terrifying thought at the beginning as it felt like two blind people trying to drive a car….But it has worked out (at least so far!) and there are some great lessons I learnt in the meantime. So here’s what living with a boy over the past 30 days taught me:

1. Privacy is important, more so in a long term relationship: so invest in a spare room, be it a study, an extra bedroom or a smaller living room. It is a great relief to know i have my own space when I want to read, talk to my mom on Skype or watch another rerun of Sex and the City without him rolling his eyes.

2. Discover what you like to do together in the house and do lots of it!: many people like board games. Others watch movies, attend to their garden or enjoy washing the dishes (in the movies at least..!) What we do is playing music, watching movies but also, more than anything else, cooking. Big time. My man loooooves cooking and spending time with him in the kitchen has actually also improved my skills a lot. Although I’m not as good as him, I always try to give him a hand and this makes the whole process much more fun. Here are a few recipes that require 4 hands (or more):




Bacon, pepper and mozarella pizza


Gemista (i.e. stuffed vegetables with rice) – I use tomatoes, peppers and aubergines, but you can also use zucchinis.

3. Keep the mystery alive: He doesn’t know how I wax the hair off my bikini line. I don’t know how he trims his nose either. This is something I feel very strongly about: there’s no need for a couple that has just started sharing a life and a living space to start acting like they’ve been married for 40 years. My partner is still my lover and I won’t sacrifice a bit of that by leaving the door of the toilet open, asking him to help me wax or postponing taking a shower until I actually have to leave the house. (But because nobody’s perfect, I have to admit I tend to shave my legs a little less often than if I was just going on dates…)


4. Try a bit harder (but just a little bit): I’m one of those people who tend to nag easily. If I don’t get things the way I want them, I might turn into this deeply unhappy creature causing strife to anyone around her. I consider myself a relationship person, but then again, I feel compromise doesn’t come easy to me. But exactly because I love this guy so much, and he loves me back, I’ve decided to try a little bit harder. To think twice before nagging. To try to make it work with less or with different material. To get used to his way of doing things while showing him what mine is. It’s like tango. Steps might be going back or forward, but it certainly takes two to dance it.


Sunday blues

In my 30 years on this planet I’ve discovered exactly 3, and only 3, ways to fight off Sunday blues.

Me on Monday morning (for more Jon Snow on see here.)

I have a serious case of Sunday evening blues. I’ve had them for many years, especially since I started working and having a day to day routine that I usually enjoy but more often than not feel trapped in. I’ve tried to do several things to fight this feeling off, but after numerous experiments I’ve come down to the following three:

1. Movies

2. Cooking

3. Rearranging my closet


This is a trick as old as movies themselves. In wintertime I’ll choose the 7-8pm show, in summertime a bit later (I always need to go to the movies during nighttime, don’t ask me why). You call a friend, choose the picture, dress up super casually and then just relax in your seat with a bag of oregano-flavoured crisps in your lap. Hello bliss totally #worthlivinit!! Going for a movie on a Sunday night is perfect to get you out of your home and your pyjamas, connects you with an other human being, offers an interesting topic for conversation, increases your chances of sitting really close to a cute guy AND is alcohol (and hangover) free. What’s better than that?

My recommendations currently in Belgian cinemas:

Café Society by Woody Allen

Le masque de Dimitrios by Jean Negulesco (I love films noires!!!!!)


This could be the response to the aforementioned question, but it’s much more than that. Cooking is the first form of mediation I managed to really grasp and internalize. Until a couple of years ago I really hated cooking. As  I grew older I started getting this great accomplishment feeling from cooking for friends and loved ones (but still I sucked at it, because I hated it). In the past few months, I really discovered the secret that really helped me improve my cooking skills and also make friends with the whole idea of cooking: CHOPPING IS F&^^&ING RELAXING. Stirring is too. Having to check the food in the oven every half hour or so gives me a feeling of  reassurance. And that’s how being stressed at work really helped me with getting better at cooking. Here are the two recipes I made last Sunday evening – both super easy, feeling and worth my time and zen:

Mediterranean Pasta Salad 

Spinach, Sun-dried tomato and Goat cheese stuffed sweet potatoes

Rearranging my closet

If I could live in a state of constant spring cleaning, I would! That’s how much I love moving my clothes around. I also love packing, I could spend a couple of hours packing every day just for the sake of being able to move clothes around. It took me some time, but I have now discovered the reason behind my fixation with this: I LOVE LOOKING AT MY CLOTHES. Limited closet space (or excessive amounts of clothing, it really depends on how you see it), has led me to stuffing things at the back of my closet which results in me never seeing them for months. So, whenever I feel sad and a little blue, I take out all my clothes and start building my closet a-new. (How’s that for amazing rhyming?) I’ve also found mediation powers in folding, although I’m still to perfect my method because I’m still folding like a 5-year old (that’s right, just make all my shirts look like hedgehogs sitting on my shelved). But I now have the right person to teach me that as well- my manfriend who could really give seminars on how to fold clothes. If it really makes sense I’m going to make a video out of it as well!!!!



The big step

The decision was taken last night, the boy and I are moving in together.

To keep this sane and to avoid totally freaking out (which is my first reaction if I really think about this) I do two things: 1) trying to approach the move as having a new flatmate whom I coincidentally happen to adore and have sex with; 2) spending hours on Pinterest looking for a blue nightstand (check all my Pinterest boards here)*.

Moving in together is scary to me, mostly because I’ve never done it before. I’ve spent a fair amount of time living with other people, boys and girls, but never with a partner. And I really don’t know what to expect, hence my somewhat “reserved excitement” for the whole thing.

Many things can go wrong in flat sharing. Imagine if the person at fault is your better half…..Do I sound too pessimistic about this???? Could be, but I’ve always been this rational/realistic/cynical (depending on your view point) person keeping everyone’s feet on earth while they are trying to fly.

I’m actually super happy this is happening 🙂 I believe it’s a big step in every relationship deciding to really allow someone into your everyday life. I know a lot of people don’t see it like that. For some, it’s practical reasons (Hey, I found this great 1-bedroom apartment at …(enter super hip area) and it’s soooooo cheap if we share!!), for some it’s pure romanticism (Omg, I love you so much, I don’t want to spend another minute apart), for some it’s just..meh (OK, why not). For Greeks though, it’s still a big deal. And for a Greek girl like me, an even bigger one.

I like my boy very much. I think we’re gonna have some serious fun. I’m super excited about having someone so close to me share my anxieties and fears about real estate. I believe it’s going to be an amazingly rich experience, I’m going to learn so much about me and life in general and I’m going to be a better person because of it. The relationship is going to be better because of it.

I also have to devise time and hide-outs  to wax weird parts of my body. Or watch re-runs of Gilmore Girls. But that’s a small price to pay 🙂

*I have a beige bed and this is pretty much all I know about the colour palette of our future bedroom. Ah yes, I also have a soft pink bedside lamp. Which means Pinterest comes in very handy when trying to get an idea about how I can combine colours and materials. Pinterest is seriously my favourite social medium EVAH. Here are a few of my picks (click on the pictures to see all sources):


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