Moving five people into one house seemed a lot easier on paper. You all thought it would be idyllic, the physical manifestation of all your love under one roof. That love for each other was tested at every turn. Everyone had opinions. There were entirely too many kitchen items. No one could agree on wall colors. The arguments over who got to drive the U-Haul were asinine (though everyone yelled no when Simon grabbed the keys).

Thankfully, it was a spacious house. After some growing pains, everyone carved out their own space. Kyle had the nicest kitchen items, so the extra four blenders and the doubles of all the other items were donated. He also got to pick out a grill and the biggest dishwasher possible. John got him an apron that says 'kiss the chef' and he wears it every day- and gets showered in kisses.

Simon completely took over the garage. Everyone expected him to just drop a duffel bag and hang up his dress blues and be done with moving in. However, he brought over his three motorcycles, collection of helmets, and the most organized tool cart you've ever seen. Then, just when Johnny was going to complain about only being able to park one of the cars in the garage, Simon set up a weightlifting rack. None of the men seemed to mind once they all got to linger and watch him weightlift.

John turned the smallest room into a personal office. He's there all the time, says he's working, but you all smell the cigar smoke on his clothes, and you see the bookmarks moving along in his mystery novels he loves so much. Sometimes you go in there with a gentle knock, and he lets you sit on his lap as he reads aloud to you.

Johnny was the easiest to please. Like the dog he is, he was given free roam of the backyard. He spent entirely too much money on a shed and filled it with sports equipment. Then he went and spent even more money on outdoor furniture and a fire pit. He's out there most nights, poking the fire with a stick to 'get his money's worth' and Kyle cuddled up under a blanket with him.

And then there's you. You orchestrated everything, smoothed out arguments, and re-arranged furniture. There are a few boxes of your personal items left. You weren't able to fit all your clothes in the dresser set up for you in the master bedroom. There's not enough shelf space for your trinkets and books. Your toothbrush barely fits next to the bathroom sink.

You think they don't notice that you barely fit into the new house with all of them, but they do. They all try and gently make space for you, but it's not enough. Kyle gets you a matching sous chef apron and keeps the pantry stocked with your favorite snacks. Simon gets a loveseat for the garage, draping your favorite blanket over it. John makes space in his office for your books. And Johnny brings you with him to the plant nursery, urging you to pick out whatever flowers and shrubbery your heart desires.

They're trying, but there isn't a place in the house that's truly yours yet. Everyone is home today, in their own little spaces while you stand in the bedroom and stare at the three remaining boxes left from moving. A warm hand rests on your back and your cheek is tickled by a beard and a kiss. John follows your eyeline and sighs at the boxes, "Love, let's finish unpacking. We'll all help. This is your home too."