Both of us are hoarders. That's going to make moving ever so fun.
I like things tidy and straight, but am not so obsessed with clean. He likes things clean, but doesn't care if there are great tottery piles of CD's and newspapers everywhere. We've done very well cohabiting in chunks of several weeks at a time, but god knows what living together permanently will be like.
I figure we'll either complement each other wonderfully and have a warm and happy house. Or we'll live in squalor until the day we square off against each other in pitched battle. Look for news items about an American expat spanging an iron skillet off the head of her unsuspecting British spouse.
Our dust is coal dust from the fires, and there's lots of it. I don't mind, though. I love the fires too much.