February 19, 2020

Charlie and I have been together for almost 18 years, which, if you’re doing the math at home, is almost 50% of my lifetime.

That said, we only got into (official) Communal Living, and Six-Figure Debt in 2013. So, for the first 11 years of The Grand Experiment, we not only lived in separate households, but separate ZIP codes, and three counties apart.

I still, as recently as last night, have dreams about us living apart. The theme about these “Living Apart” dreams is one of two things:

  1. We are, in fact, married, but he still lives in in Ashland, and I’m living at home with my parents. And I get very frustrated that we have not yet bought a house that we can live in together, or
  2. We are married, and working the jobs we currently have (me in Cleveland, he in Ashland), but we live in Ashland, and why, God, why haven’t we bought a house that’s not in Ashland?!

The first scenario is always much more unsettling when I wake up than the second. I’m equally distressed by both scenarios as I’m dreaming, but it’s weird that my subconscious may still be getting used to the fact that yes, a Major Lending Institution agreed with us that Charlie and I were totally good for the six figures we swore we’d pay back in a timely fashion.