It's a lovely sweet thing when the parasite disappears.
World of Warcraft is a soul sucking game that consumes its player. We've been without it for two full weeks and already life is beginning to blossom and bud again. In the wake of the game I continued to feel skepticism and an awful lot of resentment. As the memory of sitting there in competition with some graphic design work fades, I find myself remembering how to see my husband without a cloud of frustration between us. He's handsome.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Anniversary.
The first year has come and gone. I remember when I couldn't breathe until my wedding day. When everything was planned to the nth degree and there was no doubt in my mind that this was my happily ever after. It wasn't so long ago. A little over a year.
Michael and I celebrated our first anniversary last week. The people in my family were very mindful of it and called to wish us a happy day. I was having a hard time getting excited about it. To me it seemed like any other day. We went to the MFA in Boston on the Saturday - got in for free, mind you via Museums on Us (BoA customer perk). We tried to eat in the North End, but there was the opening game of the Bruins that night. It was slammed and we drove around trying to park so many times we wound up going through the tunnel and having to pay the stupid toll to get back. We thought about driving up to Peabody for Sonic, but it was too damn far and we were too damn hungry. Then we mentioned how we hadn't been to Pizza Hut in years and wouldn't that be a treat....our Garmin was not being kind and kept directing us poorly. THEN we thought it might be a good idea to head over to Chestnut Hill, swing by Tiffany to get my ring cleaned, and eat at Bertuccis. We arrived at 6:15. Tiffany's closes at 6. Shocker.
After much frustration we ended up at British Beer Company. We had eaten there previously on our trek to marriage counseling at the Cape, and had success. The food was good, we tried some new beer but the tables were too high and the bar too loud. I think we're getting old. sigh.
So that was our celebration. The actual day of I ended up going grocery shopping while Michael watched the football game. I never realized how easily my life could sink into "normal." While I don't really envy the people who have constant DRAMA going on in their lives, I didn't want it to be so very ordinary. I always thought my marriage would be extraordinary.
Michael and I celebrated our first anniversary last week. The people in my family were very mindful of it and called to wish us a happy day. I was having a hard time getting excited about it. To me it seemed like any other day. We went to the MFA in Boston on the Saturday - got in for free, mind you via Museums on Us (BoA customer perk). We tried to eat in the North End, but there was the opening game of the Bruins that night. It was slammed and we drove around trying to park so many times we wound up going through the tunnel and having to pay the stupid toll to get back. We thought about driving up to Peabody for Sonic, but it was too damn far and we were too damn hungry. Then we mentioned how we hadn't been to Pizza Hut in years and wouldn't that be a treat....our Garmin was not being kind and kept directing us poorly. THEN we thought it might be a good idea to head over to Chestnut Hill, swing by Tiffany to get my ring cleaned, and eat at Bertuccis. We arrived at 6:15. Tiffany's closes at 6. Shocker.
After much frustration we ended up at British Beer Company. We had eaten there previously on our trek to marriage counseling at the Cape, and had success. The food was good, we tried some new beer but the tables were too high and the bar too loud. I think we're getting old. sigh.
So that was our celebration. The actual day of I ended up going grocery shopping while Michael watched the football game. I never realized how easily my life could sink into "normal." While I don't really envy the people who have constant DRAMA going on in their lives, I didn't want it to be so very ordinary. I always thought my marriage would be extraordinary.
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