Welcome to Suburbia

So its official...Maniac and I are old. We have given up city life for a house in the suburbs. Granted, we've been renting in the suburbs for about 9 months prior to this shocking move down the highway, but at least that was renting. And technically we still had a city zip code, could walk to the city bus stop, and it was a 5 minute drive to the little hip areas that make up Atlanta proper.

I love a city, I really, really do. A little part of my youth, OK a big part of my youth, has been sacrificed over the last couple years. I got married (I'm too young to be married!)...to a guy with kids!! (I'm too young to have kids!)...moved to the south (I'm too...educated?.. to move to the south!*)...and bought a house in the suburbs (I am to young to buy/move to the suburbs!)

But you know what? It all feels right. I met a great man, with wonderful children, we live near a college campus and the house is perfect for us at this time in our life.

Its a nice sized split-level in a good area, near our work and schools, and a great backyard. I love the city life, but I also love to get away and have my moment in the sun, in the grass, under the trees...without worrying about being mugged or laying in dog poop or running into someone you kinda know from that place you went to with whats her name. How is she doing anyway??

While I'll miss the hustle of the city, I won't miss being hustled by homeless. While I miss the convenience of walking home from a bar, I won't miss the fear of traveling on public systems at night, drunk.

Plus I have a wonderful place to raise my step-kids and possibly my own, if this rapid aging doesn't stop soon ...(I'm too young to give birth!)


*Tongue in cheek humor....sorta...

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Married Life

I've been married a month and a day now.
As a young girl struggling with my sexuality and other issues, I never gave much thought to marriage. I never thought about what my wedding would look like, or what my kids names would be, or even what my future partner would be like. But somehow, getting married was just suddenly the right thing to do. Sure, I thought about the consequences and the responsibilites, but what it ultimately came down to is that for the first time in my life I began to plan for a future that included someone else. I was choosing schools based on proximity of my boyfriends children, analyzing the strength of the city for potential careers for him, and I was concerned with the amount of money he would spend on gifts for me. (Believe me, I never imagined I would have to ask a man to STOP buying me flowers!!)
So now I'm married. And nothing has really changed. We still love each other in that funny little way that we do, we still argue over little things, and support each other over the big things. The only difference is that we have committed to work everything out to the best of our ability for the rest of our lives. But really, if you are dating someone and you can see the end...why continue to date? Unless of course, you are being completly honest with yourself and know that you are dating for sex, money, or free rides at Dorney Park, then eh..let it ride!
The only complaint so far is the name chaging process. What a pain. Ladies, unless you plan on having kids there is no reason to change your name. Honestly.
And the worst part is the built in sexist history to the whole process. For me to change my name to Jennifer Marie-Juergensen McGee, I just had to fill out a few papers and run all over town waiting in lines to drop them off. For Corey to change his name to Corey Michael-Juergensen McGee (Note: just his useless MIDDLE name) it will require a trip to a court house, some fees, then he'll have to fill out the aforementioned papers and run around town dropping them off.
so anyway, now armed with a new identity I am ready to...fight?conquer?...nah. Live my life the same way I always had but with a sexy husband by my side.

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