"I got an offer."
"What?! No way! Stop lying."
"No I'm serious."
And with those four simple words our whirlwind summer began.
So after packing our home in Boston and spending all of July on the road, I landed in DC a few weeks ago to join my husband and set up our new home base in Maryland. Sensing my need for a good laugh and comfort from missing Boston, my husband took me out on a date last weekend to explore our new neighborhood. We enjoyed a break from the heat and humidity, and seeing all of the people milling about in restaurants, stores and coming out of Borders with bags full of discounted books and DVDs made me feel a bit more at home. But, alas, it was too good to be true. Just a few minutes after we pulled up to the bar at our local pub, I began whining again about how much I missed Boston.
"And what about my writing?!" I lamented. "I got so much inspiration from being in Boston, now what am I supposed to do!?"
The bartender interrupted to get our drink orders and ask me for I.D. (at this age, I take getting carded as a compliment). When my husband asked to close out our tab she looked at us and said:
"Uh...is this together?"
I busted out laughing as my husband and I replied in unison, almost as if it were a chorus to a song, "YES, WE'RE TOGETHER!"
"Well," my husband said as he placed his hand over mine, "I don't think you have anything to worry about."