In March, Sean and I went home. For a whole week. And it's was awesome. You know how usually when you go on vacation...you're ready to come home? Well, I didn't want to come back to New Jersey. As the plane was taking off in KC, I cried a little. The only thing I did miss was my dog.
We've been in Jersey almost a year now. It feels like we've been here 10 years. I supposed social isolation does that to you. Not to say we're hermits. I've made a few good friends in school, and I'm grateful for that. And we've also become friends with another couple who have been great.
But going home felt...right. It was nice not having to deal with all the traffic and all the attitudes in Jersey. We spent a few days with my mom, a day in Columbia with my best friend and then the rest of the time in Kansas City. It was during this trip that Sean and I had a serious conversation about moving home after I graduate next year. And I think that's pretty much the plan...unless something dramatically changes here in Jersey.
It's kind of funny...reflecting on the conversations Sean and I had before we moved. Like...how much better it would be here. How many more opportunities there would be here. We had a "the grass is always greener" attitude. But..it's not. At least, not in our case. Sean and I have put a ridiculous amount of stressors on ourselves in our first year of marriage. It's made us stronger. We haven't been fighting or anything like that like you would expect a stressful year to be. Basically...we're gonna make it through anything thrown at us after this year.
So...we'll see what the next year has in store for us. Hopefully our luck will improve.
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