Oh, you didn't notice I was gone? Just as well, I didn't miss being here either.
Ok, a little bit.
It's just that blogging is like homework, and you're not supposed to do homework over winter break. Especially if you have graduated!
Back in Boston, the mood is less celebratory as I return to the wee apartment without the husband. It is the reverse of our first encounter with this city: wifey moves in alone, hubby joins a few months later. Now, husband has new job assignment in California so wifey must now move out of Boston sola to join hubby back in California.
|"Wasn't it great when we were married AND lived together?"|
Are we the worst at being newlywed or what?
The future has much possibility and potential and promise, blah, blah, blah...but the present is filled with empty apartment sounds and cardboard boxes stacked in wait. Le sigh.
Graduate schoolwork sounds like a treat compared to this looming challenge.
The frustration at mastering (get it?) graduate school only to find myself failing newlywed life was so great that it drove me to go running. It's been months since I went running. I was an avid runner before graduate school so I know that running is cruel. But, frustration beat out common sense and off I went.
Plus, it was a depressing shade of gloomy outside, not well suited to boost my mood. Or so I thought, until I reached Chestnut Hill Reservoir.
Imagine this sight, except more dramatic, complete with crystalline ice atop the water surface:
...and also a weaving parade of neon joggers, but that's beside the point. It was that classic New England beauty and bitterness, so stupidly charming it explains in a moment that mean bristly personality of Boston that everyone loves from a safe distance.
It is strange how a painful, limpy jog around a beautiful place makes it feel more okay to leave it. It is cheesy? Like bonding? It is. Grotesquely poetic.
But life is dumb. Life is stupidly charming. And newlyweds are not exempt.