Mel
You know what they say about relationships: it's the little things. Which, at the almost-three-year mark, I've found stil to be true.
When the boyfriend and I first moved into his city apartment I had to switch sides in the bedroom. WHICH put me on, basically, on the wall. Upon moving to Pittsburgh, our downtown loft gave us a bit of a challenge in terms of bed placement (stupid giant headboard). When we started the process of house hunting, I squeed a bit on the inside, with the (now, empty) promise of a bedroom large enough for the (stupid giant) King bed... and finally, my own bed-side staging area. {open to read more about my fun with inanimate bedroom objects)