For the most part, though, Jon and I have settled into a decent rhythm on opposite sides of the Atlantic. Wedding planning stress has been replaced with visa stress - about which you'll hear more on Wednesday - but we're pretty much okay when we're not discussing forms and affidavits and the fact that notaries public are not a normal UK thing. (Come on, Brits. Get it together.) In fact, we joke that we'll still correspond almost exclusively by Viber and Skype even when we're living together because those methods of communicating are just so much a part of our lives! It's a sad fact that we're used to being long distance; I stopped being angry about how unfair it is a long time ago.
When I do get frustrated, though, it's over mundane things. When I discover a new bar that he'd want to make a regular haunt or I choose a lamp for the living room based on aesthetic styles he prefers, I throw a little tantrum in my head because he's not there to share these totally banal experiences with me. Sometimes I just want to try a recipe that I know he'd like and be able to see his expression when he takes the first bite, you know?
I had a little flare-up of But Why Is This Happening To Us on Saturday morning, when Charlie and I wandered to my new favorite farmers market on 14th and U. We usually find our way to the little one at All Souls Church near the Woodley Park metro stop - I still love it and totally recommend it to anyone in the area - but I wanted a longer walk and a new route so I decided to check out the bigger one a bit south of where I live.
We meandered through Mt Pleasant, Lanier Heights, and Adams Morgan to 16th Street and then through Meridian Hill Park, which was technically closed due to the shutdown, to the southeast corner at 15th and W, and then made our way to the Wydown on U between 13th and 14th for coffee before stocking up on produce, fresh bread, and flowers at the farmers market. By the time we left, we'd been out in the sun for an hour and a half and Charlie was tired from sniffing so many new things and making so many new friends, so we cut across V to 16th and walked straight up back home, where Charlie passed out for a good few hours. I made myself a chai and sat down with my laptop and a croissant, and - well, that's it. It was a wonderful Saturday morning, totally unusual in any way but glorious nonetheless, and I was so sad not to share it with Jon.
This time next year, though, he'll be here - and we'll have four hands to deal with holding Charlie and picking food and juggling bags and balancing coffee and taking photos! I can't wait.