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8.12.2012

So, I got married...

Let's not even get into the pantheon of things that come with marriage, but focus on one major sticking point. It has been theorized that people "let themselves go" once they're married and it's my quest to NOT let that happen.

This is what marriage looks like.

I made a lot of changes. Friends had told me that my husband made a "grand gesture" by proposing to me while we were still living 3,000 miles apart and weren't even technically dating, but me moving across the country to be with him? That's pretty grand, don't ya think?

Wait. Let me answer that for you. It is.

Now, I don't want you to think I'm bitter. I needed a little nudge to change my lifestyle. I had become a hardcore New Yorker, growing up right outside the big apple and spending my entire life either within a 10 minute drive there or right smack in the middle of it.

Then came Los Angeles. I'm still not used to the car culture. I don't understand why jaywalking is such a big deal and I'm starting to warm up to the fact that if my friends live on the west side of town, I probably won't see them more than four times a year because "across town" means "really far away."

Los Angeles is vast. It's built horizontally. Not like the vertical metropolis that is New York...and that's ok. I'm not knocking it. My now husband was kind enough to move to a location where I can actually walk places and until just recently, I barely drove my car.

Anyway, this is the story of a woman who is still uncomfortable calling herself a woman. I've been married for almost a year and have finally decided it's time to anxiously spread my wings. Time to live the life I've always dreamed.

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