oloriel | I'm also bad with anniversaries...

... especially my own.

But I just realised that by this month, Jörg and I have been sharing our living-space for ten years. (Which means that we had our tenth becoming-an-item anniversary last December, which we didn't notice or celebrate. At least we remembered our fifth wedding anniversary two months before that...)
Holy crap, I'm old enough to have ten-year-anniversaries. (Yes, you're allowed to laugh now!)

Considering that Jörg and I have entirely different ideas about what constitutes sufficient quantities of orderliness, living together for ten years without either breaking up or killing each other is actually quite an achievement.

Actually, considering that back then I was a completely different (even more immature than now ;)) person, I... sort of wonder how that worked out. But apparently it did.

In fact, back when I fell in love with Jörg (May 2001), I wouldn't actually have thought that we'd ever become an item. He was "too old", he already had a girlfriend, and he was moving "far away" (for 18-year-old, car-less me) to "near Frankfurt". Since then, I found out that he sort of had a crush on me too (OMGWTFBBQ). And then his girlfriend split up with him. (They're still friends, and she tolerates me, although our relationship is still slightly awkward.) And then we started going out together, and moved in together, and, and...

Holy crap, gals, I had no clue where this our tender young relationship would be going, or if it was meant to last, when we moved into that flat. And now, that's already ten years in the past. And we've got a house, and got married, and got a son, and a second one on the way, and...

... well. Ten years isn't a lifetime, but it's certainly a good start, I'd say.

Happy sharing-a-life anniversary to the two of us, and I hope one day we'll celebrate our golden wedding anniversary and laugh at the fact that I once got so excited about one measly decade. ^^