A magazine came for me yesterday and when I finally opened it tonight I noticed that one of their feature articles was about successful long-distance relationships. Naturally, my curiosity was piqued (as I think D and I have been doing pretty well).
The story was comprised of about 10 anecdotes from couples who’ve been there. One story in particular struck me:
[…] This, we knew, was not real life. After months of the buffed-and-polished versions of ourselves, we longed for the mundane. I wanted us to make tuna casserole on a Wednesday night, then maybe I’d watch America’s Next Top Model while he fiddled around with his guitar.
[…] It became clear that I was going to have to move. We wanted a house, a yard, a place to eventually rise kids…But why did I have to give up all I’d worked for for a man?
I struggled. I cried. I flip-flopped more than Giulianni on gun control. Until one day my best friend Jaime said, ‘You’re going to choose Fred.’ And she was right. Being a feminist didn’t mean choosing a career above all else. I could have the man and the job. Sure, there was going to be some sacrifice involved…But I wasn’t forced.
Fred meets me at the baggage claim at Hartsfield-Jackson Airport and considers how to get my three massive suitcases to the parking lot…[H]e bends over and pushes the 80-pounder with such ferocity that sparks fly from the metal wheels as they careen along the pavement.
‘You’ll throw out your back!’ I say, laughing.
‘A small price to pay,’ he grins back.
The same issue also included three random facts about The District of Columbia:
- Has the country’s smallest differential between male and female salaries.
- Residents drink more wine per capita than residents of any other state.
- 55 percent of Americans believe that D.C. residents have a vote in Congress (they don’t).
Not tough to read between the lines tonight, is it? 😀
[Jam of the Day]: Alice Smith, Dream