For Christmas, I bought L. two maps to adorn our walls. One of them was a book map:
The other was a game map:
They were shipped from England, got delayed, and didn’t get delivered until December 26, but that ended up working just fine, since we were seeing my dad for New Year’s and opened another round of presents that night.
I thought they’d make a nice addition to our new house and represent some kind of metaphorical melding of lives and interests and mutual geekiness, although that sentence sounded a lot less woo-woo in my head. I think L. liked them, and since we have upcoming trips to Ikea and Bed Bath and Beyond etc in store, as well as a myriad of other things to tackle in the house, I have good hope they’ll be hanging on the walls sooner rather than later.
Oh, and in related news, we solidified our commitment while unpacking last weekend. Not by any legal means (that’s still upcoming in May!), but by mixing our books on the shelves. (Far more binding, I reckon.)