4 Years and Counting...
Thoughout the mainly crappiness of this week was one outstanding thing: Craig and I have officially been together 4 years on last Wednesday.
I'm pretty sure most people that knew us back when we first got together thought that we wouldn't last. And that's ok (fuck 'em).
We've discussed at length the circumstances around how we became a couple and agree that neither one of us was looking for a relationship or settling down. We both came to realize that there was something between us and we would regret not pursuing it further. So we entered into a 'relationship' knowing that it was going to be a hullva lot of work dating long distance.
Turns out that it's a good thing we both recognized that the something was there and not to be fucked up.
We spent Wednesday night in a nice quiet little Italian restaurant in the 'burbs reminising about the last four years and looking forward to many more than we can count.
It's difficult for me to grasp sometimes just how far we've come in the last four years, both as individuals and as a couple. For example: when we met, I was living in a shitty little apartment with (what seemed like) a million roommates, barely able to pay the rent. Now, we own our own comfortable house and, as much as I complain about taxes, never have to worry about how the mortgage is going to get paid.
Life has been kind to us. We're not 'there' yet, but we're headed in the right direction.
And that was the bright spot in my week.