This year of marriage has been testing.
Our stress levels have been elevated, our nerves on edge, pennies stretched,* and we relied on each other ever so much.
We were uncertain, intrepid, possibly immortal, decidedly in love.**
We spent our second wedding anniversary in a hotel room, a shuttle, two airports,*** and two aeroplanes. The longest time we spent in one place was at LAX.
Not exactly romantic.
I did get one thing I asked for. Tan lines.
San Francisco was wonderful. It didn't feel foreign but I blame that on the ubiquity of American television and visiting it with a friend I associate more with Wellington than America. We could have (and possibly should have) spent more than 3 nights there.
We'll be back though. Photos to come! Of course.
Mr Jet-Lag is sitting firmly on my shoulders today. I feel faint and flu-ey, basically horrid. But I am quite glad to be back to our lovely little London life and oh just so excited to feel a sense of familiarity and ... a kind of homecoming today. Heart you London!! Miss you Wellington!! I am torn.
* Oxford Comma!
** Jitterbug Perfume by Tom Robbins
*** Oxford Comma!
P.s. Photo Projects 2008 will be posted next week. Not this week. I need the weekend.
