This all started out as the story of our October 26, 2008, Ithaca wedding.
In spring 2007, after we'd lived together in Boston for almost 5 years, Tim was offered a job in Ithaca. We moved here in July 2007 and, although we miss our friends in Boston like crazy, we're loving the slower pace and beautiful surroundings. I'm a professional violist and have to travel a lot for work, but Ithaca feels like home.
When we got engaged, I was so excited to be getting married after being together for more than 6 years. We'd known for a long time that it was the right thing, but it finally felt like the right time. Now, I'm navigating my way through the following: calling Tim "husband" after 6.5 years. Explaining to people in a progressive but still small community that I'm keeping my name (seriously?). Realizing it really *is* different, in small ways that I'm still figuring out. Dealing with both of our financial issues head-on. Seeing that my dad was right when he said I'd want to spend more time at home once I had a ring on my finger. Dammit. Why do they have to be right?