(photo from our Christmas visit to NY, Dia Beacon)
(of course that's a massive lie. it's like probably .01% of all the things).
Today our marriage nearly ended in the self-serve area of Ikea. It probably wouldn't have been the first (or last) to end there. We were arguing about which crappy desk to buy and finally chose the crappiest one and tried to get out of that wretched place asap. but of course, 45 minutes later at home, we found out we had the wrong desk. WE WANTED HIGH GLOSS. Ikea, ruining lives since 1943.
Brando got me roses to match what I hope to be my next hair color: blush pink. So that made things a little better. I put them on my nightstand so they'll remind me to wake on the right side of the bed tomorrow. Though I will admit, with the sunshine it's been much easier to wake up at all.
Also, it's worth noting that Brandn, who I brag about being the worst liar ever, has somehow managed to hide several guitars in our little home. The snake. Supposedly we've had them all along but they are just now coming out of the woodworks. For any seat you sit on at our place, there will be a guitar in reach, allowing for a constant stream of strums to be played throughout the day. He's playing Conor Oberst as I type this. "But you're my favorite. You know it's true."
We FINALLY hung artwork we've been collecting since before we were married. A total of 9 originals for local artists are hanging in our front room alone. It's amazing what it's doing for my mood. Our place feels like our place now. And I love thinking of the friendships we share with each artist.
Brando is in the thick of finals right now which means I am too. We are learning more and more how much we can't do things alone. Was it always that way? Has marriage made us more dependent? I think I'm ok with that. It's better to write about Byzantine art with someone by your side. And even more fun to procrastinate.
Speaking of which...
I didn't graduate. I know. I told everyone I did. I even made announcements AND WALKED but that's only because I was so close I thought it would just happen. But I procrastinated one thing and then forgot about it and then remembered, but was so over it I didn't care. In my mind I was done and the paper didn't really matter to me. Turns out it's a blessing and I'm going to milk being a student for a few more semesters so we can have one grand adventure. More on that later.
He's now singing Bright Eyes' "Lime Tree".
I felt lost and found with every step I took.