A Happy Anniversary
A year ago today I married my beautiful and adoring wife, but really my life changed the day we finally met after long talks over the internet. That day was October 20th, 2006, about a week after my brother was married. It was the somewhat rainy weekend that would eventually lead me to tonight, sitting in a restaurant with just that woman, as I asked myself, "How did I get here?" I'm a 23 year old white male from a small town in western Massachusetts, a year and a half out of university, residing in a different country and own a house, celebrating my one year wedding anniversary with an amazing wife, and I'm the only Caucasian in the Chinese restaurant that we're dining at. I mean, really? Am I really here? This isn't some sort of paradise dream?
The two and a half years since that weekend in October have been a roller coaster, and I'm lucky enough to say there have been far more peaks than valleys. I'm finally settling down in Canada, as a permanent resident I have a full-time job, and our amount of housework is becoming a routine. If you had told me just three years ago, as a sophomore in college, that by this time I'd be where I am now, I would have laughed you out of my dorm room.
So what does the future hold? Startlingly, this has only been the beginning; the introduction to the rest of my life. My hope for the near future is that I can really begin pursuing the passions of life after buckling down in a new home and a new life. My hope for the long term is only that I get to spend each and every moment with my wife - my better half, and my best friend.
A Happy Anniversary, indeed.