The Newlywed Game
Today I decided to start a blog. Not for any particular reason… not with any one theme in mind. Lately I have found myself wanting more, needing more. I have felt suffocated by the ins and outs of my routine that is life. I am a nurse. I work three twelve-hour shifts a week (or more) and have four twenty-four hour days off (or less). I needed a creative outlet… insert start of blog.
I am a newlywed twenty-something navigating through life. However, I feel that I should expand on the term “newlywed.” For my generation, being a newlywed doesn’t come with as much new as it did fifty years ago. The majority of us test drive the car before we buy it (some longer than others) and share a living space before sharing last names.
My story is a bit 1950s mixed with the 2000s. I married my high school sweetheart (1950s)… ten years later (2000s). He got a college degree (1950s) and so did I (2000s). See the gist?
Nick, my now husband, went away to college a few hours from where I lived while I was still a senior in high school. At first I had dreams of following him, no matter the cost. Luckily, I came to my senses before graduation. I didn’t have a prepaid college account or unending means to do whatever my heart desired, and I actually wasn’t ready to leave home. I went to the local community college, lived at home, worked full-time, and saved my money. Nick and I saw each other whenever we could over the span of the four years he was away. I moved up in my job and continued my education in nursing at a local university. Nick graduated a year or so before me and moved back home with his dad. The semester before I graduated nursing school we finally moved in together…seven years later. It was an exciting time. It was what I had been yearning for for so long and still, I cried about being away from home. Nick worked nights and I was always alone. However, he was comforting, loving, and everything I knew he would be when I needed him. It got easier and we settled into our shared space quite nicely. Eight years in, we got engaged. Hallelujah! March 27, 2015 we were married. We went on an amazing honeymoon and came home to the life and apartment we had already shared. It was sobering… it was real life.
People expect newlyweds to be in this constant state of bliss and sex. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for bliss and sex but it’s just not a realistic expectation… especially for the couples that test drove the car and shared a space before the nuptials. We already conquered that phase together. Yet, we are expected to live up to this “newlywed” standard that frankly doesn’t exist in storybook fashion. If you fit into the standard newlywed mold, that’s awesome, and for those of us that might fit a slightly different mold, that’s awesome too! Life as a newlywed is what you make of it, not what somebody tells you it should be.
So what does being a newlywed mean to me? It means living out my vows with my husband… a term I still gush about saying out loud, having a lifetime partner to walk this Earth with, a dreamer to dream with, establishing “Fitzgerald Family Traditions,” an intimacy at a level I cannot begin to describe, and the beginning to the most exciting season of my life thus far.
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