Okay, so it went like this: we got married last October, then moved across the entire country the following February.
They say the first year is the hardest, and I'm certain that most people say that without having to live with parents or in-laws. Or move back home or to a new part of the country. Infact, I would say that most people don't have to do anything really that hard, except pay bills and write thank you notes and learn how to get along, in their first year of marriage. The really big stuff, the kind of stuff that makes life hard in general, has nothing to do with just getting married at all. It just so happened that we had a couple of really big stuff kind of things mixed in there too.
It was a very hard year. But, it would have been that way if we had moved in five years. It too, was a fast year. In a blink, I went from the girl dancing in her hotel room with her only remaining bridesmaid with a veil on her head, to someone who doesn't think twice about stating her new name.
It went that fast. So, maybe it wasn't that hard afterall.
We stayed the night in Seattle on what would have been the anniversary of the day before the day before our wedding. Just us walking the streets of Seattle, just us checking into the Westin (which seemed way bigger last year), and just us quietly celebrating a year. Not just an anniversary of a date, but a whole year of growth, discovery, fighting, frustrations, bills, and thank you notes.
A whole year later, I find myself saying that I wish I could do it all over again. I know that's not true because planning a wedding is a miserable thing to do. But, one night of having everyone we love in one room, yes, that is missed.
I would do it over, maybe, but I really just like being married. I like that we are one year down. We made it, although its not like we weren't going to make it. I like that we don't expect things to be perfect because we had that one perfect, solid day last year. I like that we only had enough to afford one night in Seattle, and didn't exchange gifts and actually exchanged cards the day after our anniversary because we were lazy. I like that we ate burgers and fries the night that we stayed over and watched sports documentaries on ESPN.
I like that I am a little bit different now and so is he.

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