
Now our second anniversary is approaching. We're back home. Have somewhat normal jobs and an apartment. We get to spend more time with our families. And we're trying to decide what it means to be us in America. We're both idealists. Justin much more so than I am. We want to live examined lives. To actively support the things we believe in. Which is really difficult. It is quite easy not to contemplate the choices we make or the things we spend our money on. But we are trying to. And I am extremely happy to have someone who shares my core ideals. Justin challenges me. I motivate him. We get involved in groups that demonstrate our passions. It's great and I think we both feel much more productive as a couple than individuals. Our marriage is about jointly enhancing our lives and I love it.
I have waited for the strained moments and consequential fights to come. But as I look back, I can't remember a single night I went to bad angry at him. Of course you never know what the future holds. I don't think it will always be this easy. I sometimes find myself anticipating trouble because it seems that things are too perfect to be real. I mean we do have our occasional disagreements. Compromise is a big part of things. But Justin and I are such good friends. And in some ways being similar makes things easier. We normally just get along. Except when I am grouchy at night. But he deals with that well. And I know not to bother him in the morning. All in all, it just works. Extremely well.