This year, 2018, marks the 10th anniversary of my wedding to W. As part of the celebration, I will be documenting our relationship from the proposal up to the wedding, and each year up to our 10th anniversary.
Year Seven was proving to be a good year. I felt like Maverick after Goose’s death in Top Gun; my engineering career would have wanted me to move forward without it. It was hard to get into a customer support role, a veritable phone help desk but I was up to the challenge. My introverted self had greater plans in spite of the 20% pay cut. Seniority would have to compensate. Pride doesn’t get stuff done, only sacrifices. I wasn’t going to go down without a fight!
For the first couple of months I laid low and did my best. I was volunteered to go teach a design class in Brittain, documented in the post London Calling. By then the blog had been live for almost a year – time flies – and we were ready to make bigger changes for Zach’s and our health. The athletic puppy needed a yard to roam since all attempts if walking him ended up with limited results. If we wanted to sleep at night he needed the exercise which our 10 x 40 strip of land couldn’t accomplish. (The adventures of Z are documented under the Project Zach menu.) What did we decide to do? You guessed it: Move!
It wasn’t until mid May, the peak of the real estate buying season, that we found what we were looking for: a quarter acre lot which would be ready by mid September. That timeline seemed a bit too perfect for the new construction, for sale by owner, home but we didn’t relent or lose hope. The ordeal that ensued was chronicled in Château Enginerd posts in the eponymous section of the blog, a journey that forced us to sell in November and move in with my sister at the rental place. Even with all that hardship we remained optimistic for the future. Other than the delays that had made us technically homeless for the holidays, the rest was easy and smooth sailing.
No deaths, no fuss, no international trips. No extra drama. No major losses. The future seemed bright again. There’s nothing more to be said about this one.
Lucky number seven, ftw.
Stay tuned for Marriage: Year Eight.