When we met, I was the displaced Midwestern highschooler sneaking out of the back door of her family’s house. He was the college kid from the big city who stole my heart with his smile. Six months later, I moved away for school and that should have been the end of it. But it wasn’t. For some crazy reason, we decided it was worth the wait.
Sure, we didn’t love the long weeks between unbelievably short weekends: Me cramming classwork and cleaning and all of life’s loose ends between Monday-Friday so we could savor every minute of our 48 hours together. Him putting thousands, tens of thousands, and finally more than a hundred thousand miles onto his Protege to cross state lines. That little car– purchased that first summer just so we could see each other, was a testament to our relationship. Sure, it was a little beat up and rough around the edges, but it was sturdy as all hell.
As if that commute wasn’t enough, I moved to Tokyo for a year and then Montana for a summer because those were things I needed to do. He had the strength and solidarity to say, I’ll be here when you get back. I’m the wanderer… the one who drives with the windows down and the music way up, not caring if I get lost as long as it’s somewhere interesting. He’s Mr. Precision, plotting routes around traffic and figuring out how to get the best fuel economy out of our shiny new hybrid car.
I’m about the journey, and he’s about the destination… but we both look at the map and say, OK, let’s go there.
Now we’ve got a high school romance, those college days, our long engagement, the first five years of marriage behind us, and a new baby girl on the way. Thirteen fabulous years down a strange and scenic road, and ain’t no sign of it getting any less meandering. He still lets me take solo trips because I can and puts up with my relentless need to see everything that can possibly be seen. I love the fact that he’d rather stay in on a Saturday night and can cook better than I can.
We’ve got a good thing going here. It was worth the wait. Now, let’s hear your story.