Kail and I have been married all of 86 days — we haven’t made it much longer than Kim & Kris. While the marriage license itself sealed the deal, we’ve taken a number of steps since April 14 to make it official. I mean REALLY official.For one, we moved in together. We took two apartments’ worth of
junk belongings and jammed them into one. One 554-square-foot apartment with one bedroom, one bathroom and two miniature closets. I have a lot of shoes, people. And I donated at least half of wardrobe (because who needs winter clothes in El Salvador, or most developing countries for that matter?) and probably a third of my books to Goodwill (I was an English major in college and only got a Kindle a couple years ago — I had a lot of books too).Secondly, I changed my legal name, which I think I probably completed in record time. I mean everything: driver’s license, passport, credit cards, bank account, emails, social media, miscellaneous accounts like my Zipcar membership and — perhaps most importantly — my professional identity as a freelance writer.Kail also finally added me to his Costco account, complete with my own membership card, so I can finally get a pint of frozen yogurt for $1.35 and peruse the aisles on my own.Our most recent step toward uniting our lives: We opened a joint bank account.
Aside: While waiting for the paperwork to be processed, Kail and I were talking about how he didn’t know who Lisa Frank was until my recent blog post about school-supply shopping.
Kail: What is her name, Leslie Frank?
Me [incredulous]: No —
Male banker in his late 20s: Lisa Frank! … I am kind of embarrassed I know that.
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Seeing as how I’m not working for the time being, someone needs to support my Lisa Frank purchases and trips to Costco.Oh yeah, then there’s that whole quitting-my-job-and-moving-overseas thing too. NBD.How have you married people/cohabitators dealt with combining all your stuff (physical belongings, finances, lives, etc.)?