So we're starting a blog, a business and looking for a new place to live in NYC and I'm dumbfounded that we have yet to get into a massive fight about any of the above. Don't worry, we've gotten in fights about other important things like the fact that he wouldn't jump on board with my latest idea to quit our jobs and move to a remote island somewhere for a year. Clearly he's stifling my wild spirit. He says we need to build wealth. I say we need to build happiness. I'm pissed that at 27 years old I'm rational enough to realize that we need to build both and am settling into a compromise. He snickers when he sees how "mature" I've become.
The Move: For the last year and a half we've lived in the lap of luxury thanks to a thoughtful relative. Unfortunately, like Sands through the Hour Glass, our time has run out and we need to find a place we can actually afford. I'm guessing that means no more 24 hour staff of attentive doormen, rooftop pool and free gym smack dab in the middle of NYC. Last time we moved I ended up handing him the reigns because I was scared. I did this by leaving him standing in the middle of Bed, Bath and Beyond holding a shower curtain and other assorted items while I went outside to have a full fledged panic attack. A year and a half later we're embarking upon new team efforts...go figure.
The Business: I'm mentally preparing for the first fight. In fact, my arsenal is ready to go. I'm all set to say things like, "You're Not Letting ME contribute!" and "This is supposed to be OUR business, not YOUR business that you let me help out with!". And honestly, I can't wait to stomp my foot, pout and say, "I'm not a Child!" Unfortunately, thus far, he's been pretty open and fair. He wants me to get super involved and has been respectful of my ideas. Then again, we're still in the planning stages. We'll see what happens Saturday when we have our first technical class. Don't worry, I'm preparing a few zingers for the moment he tells me to "listen." The Move: For the last year and a half we've lived in the lap of luxury thanks to a thoughtful relative. Unfortunately, like Sands through the Hour Glass, our time has run out and we need to find a place we can actually afford. I'm guessing that means no more 24 hour staff of attentive doormen, rooftop pool and free gym smack dab in the middle of NYC. Last time we moved I ended up handing him the reigns because I was scared. I did this by leaving him standing in the middle of Bed, Bath and Beyond holding a shower curtain and other assorted items while I went outside to have a full fledged panic attack. A year and a half later we're embarking upon new team efforts...go figure.
The Blog: Five minutes ago, I intended to write something along the lines of "I can't believe he's let me take control of the blog." I planned on going on to talk about how he really let me set up the profile and was really happy with my ideas. I was even thinking how this whole post was going to make me sound like a melodramatic princess and him like Mr. Maturity. Luckily for me, one minute ago, he checked out the page and told me to take down our picture cuz he didn't want it up there. My chest tightened and that sweet familiar feeling of having been wronged and irritated because of it came rushing over me. I took 5 to 50 deep breaths and let it go. I pick and choose my battles carefully. That is to say I choose to pick the one's I know I can win with some witty and cutting comment.
Side Note: It really bothers me that he hasn't shown insane jealousy over the fact that two out of three of the "soup men" in the place I get my lunch have all but professed their undying love for me. One of them even asked me out on a date and I bring it up to him at least once a day. Annoying.
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