Still being a newlywed, the past year has been a whirlwind. Filled with  ups and downs, fights and laughter, all the while learning about this  thing called marriage. I can say without a doubt, that a marriage is  based on compromise.
On August 1st we moved out of the city. Prior, we were living in  downtown Charleston in a 2 bedroom apartment, 1 bath and 1 small common  room acting as a living room, dining room and kitchen in all. I had  lived their for the past 2 years and then Tomas moved in when he moved  to Charleston.
We moved into another 2 bedroom apartment, this one with 2 bathrooms  (one with a jacuzzi tub !!), high ceilings, a dining room, kitchen, AND  living room. We are in love with it. One problem with the old apt was  the spare bedroom. It was the room that held everything that didn't  belong in the kitchen or our bedroom. Workout equipment, yoga mats, half  of my clothes, office stuff, books, suitcases, wedding gifts that  didn't fit anywhere else, tools, and just about everything else we  owned. Needless to say it was a bit claustrophobic. Tomas hated it. When  moving into the new place, Tomas quickly called the second bedroom as  "his" office and informed me that all of my random clutter and junk  would not be allowed in there, 
including my yoga mat that took up  the entire floor. I quickly reminded him that we were getting a new bed  (that's what married people do right, move out of the full size?) and  that the second room would be the guest room, plus the office (in which  obviously my office stuff will go in too) plus the workout room. He  quickly disagreed. For many weeks we debated.
Then one night I went to dinner one of my very good friend's very wise  mom. When the topic came up she talked about compromise, and that while  we are married we each still need our own "space". She then told me of  her friend who doesn't allow her husband any personal space in the  house, in which he now has piles of clutter on his side of the bed that  no one else is allowed to touch. And this left me thinking. Tomas's side  of our bedroom is 
not going to be filled with random clutter.  So,  where were our spaces going to be?
Another cool thing about the new place was the large walk in closet in  our master bedroom. I could live in that closet, no joke. Eventually, I  suggested the deal that I would get the walk in closet and he would get  the spare room, with a few conditions of course:
-The full bed would also go in the spare room, which would also function as a guest room when we had guests.
-Since technically we both needed an office and the guest room was neutral it still couldn't be "his" room.
Around the same time, his sister got him a Playboy duvet cover when we  went to Switzerland. In which he had then formed a master plan for the  decoration of this room. So we agreed that Tomas would have full say  over the decoration and design of this room and it would 
mostly  be his place, while I got full ownership of the walk-in (there's also a  big closet in the Playboy room for his clothes and such). Rather than  calling it "his" room, we now refer to it as "The Playboy Room". It now  has black sheets, black furniture, a mostly black duvet cover with a  larger than the computer screen sparkling, gold
 I <3 [Playboy-bunny-symbol] dead smack in the middle. 
Think this :
with a gold bunny like this:
It's lovely. All in the name of compromise. Now, for those pictures of VS Angels that have replaced pictures of me...