So Monday was a year that we’ve been married. Pretty impressive for the grumpiest and least-marrying-type couple on the block, I’d say. We didn’t do anything special, but we will. Eventually. I’m in a crazy funk that I cannot shake since this move – I think the move was really an amazing jump and I am so, so happy we did it, but it catapulted us into a place where we have to deal with things we weren’t expecting to quite so soon. Add a new job, a commute, Sean looking for work, having to buy a car, processing my brother’s divorce, figuring out our living situation – I’m just overwhelmed. I haven’t quite figured out that part in marriage where you don’t need to feel like you have to carry everything all the time always – that’s what being single for 34 years will do to you! It’s both the best thing in the world to realize you’re part of a team and also totally boggling in a “I’m not sure how this works” kind of way. But good. Very very good.
Between work and trying to get ready for winter (SOMUCHTOBEDONE) we haven’t had a lot of cozy us time. Hoping for a trip to Quebec City closer to the holidays, and a weekend without a monster list of chores.
How do you re-acclimate to such a different way of life when you’re still working at the whirlwind pace of the city? I keep reading Vermont blogs of people who don’t seem to have day jobs, and feeling wistfully jealous of the ability to stop & enjoy this place.