1st time moving in together fears.

The biggest change for me was not having personal space because I was so used to that. But after a few months it was awesome to have my best friend with me all the time. You will love it. And my FH is in basic right now. Yes it absolutely sucks being alone but you just gotta keep thinking how it will improve your future together.

I have a dog but she's too wild to let sleep in the bed she's 8 pounds of bed hog or will jump on and off the bed all night and had eaten my socks before I have to lock her up at night but she has gotten baetter so maybe that will help

For me it was getting used to living with someone who wasn't used to living with someone else. I grew up sharing a room with my sister and the 2 of us shared a bathroom with our mother. That forced me to learn how to be considerate and respect another person's space. FH didn't get that same lesson...he has a nasty case of only child syndrome. Example: I had to fuss at him for the first couple of weeks about not slamming the toilet seat down when he has to pee at 3 in the morning. I thought that was common sense...obviously not to him. Some things that drove me nuts in the beginning are things that I've learned to just tune out over the past year. It just takes some getting used to and a lot of compromise if you and your FH are opposites in terms of lifestyle.

About living alone: make sure you get to know the people who live around you so they'll know the warning signs if something isn't right so they can check on you if necessary.

Edit: if you do happen to have to have one of those tough discussions about cleanliness and such, remember that it'll take time for the new habits to form. That was something I had to work on...not getting pissed when he didn't change overnight.

That's why they say the first year of marriage is the hardest for those who move in together after. You have to have OPEN communication about everything. Even small stuff.

The worst part for us was the different levels of cleanliness. Before we lived together I owned my own condo. I kept it pretty clean. FH lived with 3 other guys and their place was trashed. I knew what I was in for before we moved in together, but didn't realize how much I'd end up doing. It got the the point I was doing all the cooking and cleaning. We needed to have a long talk about it. FH has changed some of his ways and at least puts the clothes IN the hamper now, but it is still a work in progress.

Talk about daily habits and what you normally do. Meals, cleaning habits, what time you go to bed and wake up, and things like that.

I loved living alone, I always enjoyed having my space and doing what I needed/wanted. I do love living with my FH husband more, it is nice to share responsibilities and cook together. Just make sure you have some alone time for yourself every once and a while

Fh has less than awesome sleeping hours.

Sleep schedules were hands down our biggest adjustment. He's a morning person, I'm a night owl; it caused a lot of arguments until we worked out a schedule.

Learning to live away from your parents is a hard adjustment, too, but time is the biggest help for that. My advice there is that it's okay to be afraid. There's no shame in having the TV or radio on for "company" or having a light or two more than you need turned on when you're alone. The fear will fall away as you get used to it.

I'm with the PPs that had a rough transition! The first few months were rough. It was my townhouse that he moved into, with his son. We have learned each other's mannerisms now and it's easier. The hardest part for me was living with a child for the first time and adjusting to playing a part in raising a child.

It's been 3 years now and it's all good. We will also have our moments but know how to deal with each other now.

We adopted two fur babies shortly after moving in and that added to our stress. Puppies are hard work, and one dog (not a puppy) had a rough life before us and we didn't realize how much work he needed. We actually told our in home dog trainer that he saved our relationship.

I just had this mental breakdown this afternoon. I'm extremely close to my mom and I still live with my parents. FH still lives with his as he is also close to his mother. Although we are still apartment hunting, our plan is to move closer to his job. Right now, he is an hour away but with rush hour traffic, his average drive back home is 3 hours. Obviously, we want to cut this down so that we will be able to spend more time together. My dilemma: if we move closer to his job, we are much much further away from mine. I love my job and I would like to keep it. So I freaked out that this move will be easier for him than me because he's not giving anything up. Plus, like you, I hate being alone. Although I know my mother will be over all the time, leaving sounds really hard. But I know that although it's going to be tough to be together all the time, it will also be fun to experience new things with each other while cohabiting with one another. It's a new experience, you just have to make it enjoyable, know that fighting is inevitable but it will work out in the end!

I was emotional because I left everything in Maryland to come to Texas, including my dog at first. I didn't (and still really don't...) have any close friends here, and all of my family is also in MD. I also had big time anxiety with driving and figuring out where everything is. I also moved without a job, because lease was already signed and I was basically forced to quit my MD gig. There was a lot of stress meltdowns. It's been almost a year now, and for the most part, it's a lot better. I'm still attempting to befriend one of my coworkers outside of the salon, but other than that, I try to keep in touch with my old friends.

Overall, I'd say give yourselves time to adjust. Make time to spend together before he leaves for basic. Find things in the area that interest you.

Maybe consider a pet if your situation permits one? I personally needed something, and FH likes cats. I don't, but we had compromised on waiting to bring Riley til Christmas, so a few months in, we ended up with our little monster, Alfie (L). Then he got bored/butt hole-ish, so Riza (R) was brought in to even out his craziness. Still not a huge fan of other cats, but I love my little brats.

ETA: It gets better!