Yesterday was my and Elliott’s fourth anniversary. We celebrated with Chipotle for dinner and a “Game of Thrones” marathon — because that’s how we roll. It was a perfect way to spend the evening together, being lazy and eating food (my favorite hobbies), especially after eating and walking our way through the hilly streets of San Francisco all last week (I’m exhausted, but my calves are stunning).
By the way, if you haven’t had a chance to make your way over there, GET ON IT. It’s a beautiful city and there is so much to see and do — and so much food to eat. So, so much food. I loved it.
By the way again, if you haven’t had a chance to watch “Game of Thrones” yet, GET ON IT. It’s kind of disturbing in so many ways, but also? Amazing. I’m hooked.
By the way again again, if you haven’t had a chance to try the corn salsa at Chipotle yet, GET ON IT. Stephie led me onto it recently so I tried it for the first time last night and it is the business.
Anywayyyy back to the story. So I’ve been married to my best friend for four years now. In some ways, it feels like yesterday (so cliche, but so true). And in other ways, it feels like we’ve been together forever. We’ve gone through a lot in the time we’ve been married — moving four times (and soon to be five, but that’s a story for another day ;)), going to school, graduating from school, getting first jobs, losing first jobs, being separated by oceans, being in the same room together for too long, struggling with money, struggling with marriage, struggling with whether to eat Thai food or pizza for dinner… and so it goes.