It's a Start.

     So. We live in Onalaska, Wisconsin. You've probably never heard of it. He's from Georigia, and I'm from South Carolina, where we met, married, and moved from. We've been here for six months. I still have not adjusted by any means. Well, that may not be true. I've adjusted to snow and what I feel is isolation. I don't have many true friends here, other than my wonderful husband, Cole. And I'm so thankful that he is my best friend. He is the reason we are here, so obviously, if it were not for him, I wouldn't be here. But if it weren't for him, I couldn't make it here. He keeps me grounded and he keeps me happy. Not to say I do not have sad days. But because of him, I find a reason to be happy every day.

     Cole and I have been married for a year and two months. I am not sure if that means we are still newlyweds, but I thoroughly believe you are a newlywed as long as you act like a newlywed. So we will probably be newlyweds until we are eighty-seven and a half. We didn't live together before we got married. We were kind of nomads together, though. He lived with his mom out in Kiawah, and I lived with my parents in North Charleston, which was a good forty-five minutes - an hour away. That's not really that far, but we would stay the weekends at his mom's and the weekdays at my parents' house. I'm not sure that counts as living together, though. So it was a huge adjustment moving out of my parents' house and in with a boy. That one, I've almost completely adjusted to.


     Marriage? That one isn't too hard. Everyone said the first year would be the hardest, but that was a breeze. We make a great team. I tell people I know our marriage will last a lifetime because Cole and I are eternally six years old. So the marriage has been easy so far, but the domestication process, however, has not. I have a hard time doing housework (and an even harder time not calling housework "chores.") For example, right now, I should be taking the clothes out of the laundry machine and putting them in the dryer. Then I need to put Cole's workout clothes in the laundry machine and pray they will be dry by the time I meet him at work at five thirty so we can go to the Y. And I need to put the dishes from the sink into the dishwasher. And vacuum the kitchen. And make up the bed. It's not a lot. I am finding I am just not disciplined in housework. I did chores when I lived with my parents. But I had to be told to do them. I'm not dirty. I'm just not a neat freak. Our house is clean; it just may be a little messy. 


     So I went from living with my parents to getting married, moving out of their house, living with a boy, and moving half way across the country all in less than a year. It's a lot to get used to. But I'm working on it. I'm not writing all this, believing that anyone is going to read it. I'm not that important. But it's off my chest. It's a start. We'll see what happens.