My last day at the office was October 24, so, when I go back tomorrow, I’ll have been out for 18 days. For most of those 18 days, my wife and I have been focused on moving, unpacking, settling in, feathering our nest, and attending to all the myriad little tasks and projects that keep popping up throughout this sort of undertaking. We’ve have seen many ups and downs, and we have ridden a rollercoaster of stress and excitement, but I have to tell you:
This has been one of the most exciting and wonderful periods of my life.
I feel a little like a motor that’s finally been installed in exactly the right machine. I love feeling our home come to life around me. I love the parts that are all mine (drilling! toolbox organization), and I love the parts we figure out together. E and I don’t always agree, but mostly we do, and even when we don’t, more than half the time, E’s ideas are better than my own.
But what’s even better than that is that the process of building a home from the blank slate of a new, empty condominium is a deep dive into what a marriage is, in microcosm. Marriage is an emotional and maybe even a spiritual home you build for each other, and now we have a physical home that we can call ours, and shape to our needs and quirks as we shape a marriage. It is the craftmanship of two people coming together, and the real-life work of fidelity and love carved into physical space. I’m happiest when my worldly actions propagate through multiple levels of metaphor, and building a home with my sweetie fits that bill better than anything I’ve ever known.
We’ve had a wonderful year with many adventures: trips to Florida, Indiana, and Missouri. Last year we went to Italy and we got married. Over the course of our five years together we’ve had multiple amazing adventures that I cannot imagine any single man can rightly say he outright deserves. I’m grateful for it all, but I’m most grateful for the past eighteen days. All this time with my favorite person, doing some of my favorite things, in a great new home, in a great new neighborhood… it’s all been pretty much perfect.
But all good things must come to an end, and tomorrow I head back into the office. Sure I have mixed feelings about it, but I also know that it’s because they have to end, that some of the good things are so good. So I’m ok with it, because I know that some other things won’t end: our marriage, our love, and the fun we have together. I’ll still get to come home every day to my best friend, and, some day, maybe soon, maybe later, we’ll have have another magnificent adventure together.