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| June 5, 2010. Route 1. |
We have been married 7.5 months. I suppose you might call this a defining point in our marriage, because we find ourselves wanting very different, seemingly-mutually-exclusive things. At least, in the short term.
I have, quite accidentally, fallen into a dream job... in a town we're both very ambivalent about, and a state we're downright finished with. Our social outlets are near none, though my co-workers fill a role for me that probably doesn't get filled at all for Will. Our parents are close... for better or worse. (Sickness/health/etc.)
We eloped to San Francisco. Maybe the vows were misdirected or the rings mis-placed because we seem to have wed ourselves, psychologically, to the state itself. California: Where Everything That Happens Is Amazing... Or, At Least, Liberal, and Heartwarmingly Supportive and Inclusive.
Over the winter, while Will was taking a class in San Francisco, I was, well, getting happier. Settling in. I didn't mean to... it just happened!
But. West.
We both want it.
And we're trying to figure out how to do right by each other.
Because I have some great reasons to stay. ... for now.
But one is not 28 forever. (Especially poignant since Will turns 29, um, tomorrow.) And one is not mobile forever, for many reasons. Time is not something to take for granted.
So. How to carefully straddle the fence? How to appreciate the things we now have to appreciate... and simultaneously reach for The Future, which will no longer allow the current-things to exist? How to move forward, in the midst of relative happiness? How to feel close to your partner when your sense of... momentum... is... mobile?
I do hope---nay! Plan for---this life to be one that will be interesting to write about.
Here goes.
- Amber
