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Today is exactly 6 months since Adam and I started going out. Ok, so I know you're supposed to stop counting months when you're in high school, but whatever.
And I was thinking about the past 6 months, and the year before that, and the next 6 months. A year ago I was battling depression, contemplating moving back to the States, and basically happy if I found some way to make it through the day without stepping in front of a bus.
In the past 6 months I've managed to fall in love with a truly wonderful man, something I was beginning to doubt I was even capable of anymore, take on additional responsibilities at work, and strengthen what have become some very important friendships out here.
Over the next 6 months I'll be travelling to a new continent, moving to a new apartment and sharing living space with someone again for the first time in 3 years, and meeting what very well could become my future parents-in-law.
I feel optomistic about the future for the first time in I don't even know how long. And I'm beginning to see how, maybe, life doesn't have to suck all the time. How maybe you can make it work so that you aren't embittered and soulless by the time you hit 50.
It's a funny old world.
Of course, it doesn't hurt that that wonderful man is an Oxford graduate and lawyer who wants to take me with him to the Caymen Islands in a few years where my responsibilities will be making sure the cleaning lady isn't too attractive, scuba diving, and possibly having babies.
And I was thinking about the past 6 months, and the year before that, and the next 6 months. A year ago I was battling depression, contemplating moving back to the States, and basically happy if I found some way to make it through the day without stepping in front of a bus.
In the past 6 months I've managed to fall in love with a truly wonderful man, something I was beginning to doubt I was even capable of anymore, take on additional responsibilities at work, and strengthen what have become some very important friendships out here.
Over the next 6 months I'll be travelling to a new continent, moving to a new apartment and sharing living space with someone again for the first time in 3 years, and meeting what very well could become my future parents-in-law.
I feel optomistic about the future for the first time in I don't even know how long. And I'm beginning to see how, maybe, life doesn't have to suck all the time. How maybe you can make it work so that you aren't embittered and soulless by the time you hit 50.
It's a funny old world.
Of course, it doesn't hurt that that wonderful man is an Oxford graduate and lawyer who wants to take me with him to the Caymen Islands in a few years where my responsibilities will be making sure the cleaning lady isn't too attractive, scuba diving, and possibly having babies.