"Is yours the green one or the blue one?" I shrugged just using the green toothbrush.

Over the last 5 years Jamie and I have grown to love each other in ways I did not even know existed. We have seen each others flaws and worked through them together. We have worked on our communication and being transparent with each other, even if it is uncomfortable. This includes all the gross things you do in the bathroom when you think no one is watching, at what "level of dirty" you decide to do your laundry, shower schedules, borrowing the expensive razor (and leaving it in the shower 😡), when and where you clip your toe nails...and even mistakenly using their toothbrush.

Since we decided to move in together, 3,000 miles from home, into a glorified studio apartment (garage guest house), we have no privacy. The bathroom is next 12 feet from the couch where we watch TV. The desk is next to the bed and the "dinning room table" is next to the door. Shouting, "The mexican we had last night is coming back to haunt me! Turn the volume up, unless you want to hear the battle I am about to get into with last nights burritos!" is not out of the ordinary as one of us gets up from the couch to the bathroom.

I figure, if we can get through this time, in these close quarters, we should be fine.

Jamie - Yes, this morning I used your toothbrush, my bad, sorry! Love ya!

-YourFriendMatt