If scientists ever want to create a stress test for a new relationship, the burden of a double Ikea Hasvik wardrobe is the place to start
Recently, in the shadow of Melbourne’s latest instalment of the bestselling lockdown franchise, my partner and I introduced all our precious belongings (chests overflowing with trinkets, cursed rings, paintings of dogs playing poker) to each other, and moved them and ourselves by extension into a new unit together. The decision to move in after one year of strange pandemic dating was motivated primarily by deep affection for each other and the desire to spend time together, the economic realities of being millennials who earn a living from our art in Australia’s astonishingly broken rental market, and also the dystopian logistical challenge of navigating curfews and public health disorders designed to keep us apart. You know, the usual.
Living with your significant other has had a particular cachet of “importance” in modern dating for a while, with questions asked of when the right time to make the move is, how long one should wait, and what the dire consequences could be to your relationship. I even had a well-intentioned friend caution me that moving in with Eilish, only a few months after I’d moved from Sydney to be with her, in the middle of a state sanctioned lockdown that would force us to exclusively rattle around together in the same house with no break like a couple of sexy depressed peas in tastefully decorated pod, could be perhaps considered hasty, perhaps ill-advised. I never had a single doubt however.
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