June 24, 2010

• Traintracks

  Let us always remember how we spent our first summer in our bright little apartment on the train-tracks, sitting on the floor and whisking eggs in our wedding china.

  The way the room would shake when the 2am freight train passed by,
  The way we balanced our HDTV on a wooden cutting board,
  The way we filled our storage space with all my junk from childhood, college, and Japan.

  How about the way you went through a kilo of Nutella a week and still never gained any weight?
  Or watching our Frisbee sail into neighboring soccer games in the park?
  Or how are paychecks, combined, just baaarely got us there.

  I like how you make me eat fruit and how you feel the need to wash the cars.
  You like how I make your lunch and put subtitles on when we watch The Golden Girls.

  Eventually we’ll settle in and our little house will lose that new paint smell. Eventually we’ll buy all the furniture we need. Eventually you’ll accumulate enough stuff to need storage as well, and eventually we’ll have to move.

  But not too soon I hope. Not too soon.

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