Thursday, October 16, 2008

I Like my Comfort Zone

I'm having a bit of bloggers block, so I though I'd share some of my wedded bliss history with you.

I call this chapter: OUT OF MY COMFORT ZONE. The Early Years.

We’ve been married for almost 15 years now – and I don’t mind telling you that I had to wait a LONG time to find Mr. Right. Simply put, I have reason to believe that the “40-Year-Old-Virgin” movie was indeed based upon my life.

That said, when I met my now hubby, there was no doubt that HE was the one I had been waiting for. And was well worth the wait. Not that he's perfect -- just perfect for me.

However, I knew that by marrying him, I would be closing a major chapter in my life. I would be leaving the only place I’d ever called home and all the securities that went with that. I had to leave and cleave to him, whose home was in Chicago. But I LOVE my comfort zone!

It was a scary proposition, but what was even scarier was the prospect of staying in Ohio without him. Plus, he had a diamond ring for me, and I'm pretty sure it's the real deal. So we took the plunge, and I truly couldn't have been happier when I walked down the aisle.

Our first 18 months of newlywed life were spent in a darling apartment in a Chicago suburb. Hubby was working for an aviation school, and I was busy playing house. Best Wife Ever was the title I was shooting for. Those days seem so simple now, when I could just devote all my attention and energy to him. I enjoyed trying out new recipes and noting the ones that he especially liked. (Stop making that "gag yourself" motion ..... right now)!

We enjoyed lots of out-of-town guests while we lived there, and could practically recite the double-decker bus tour script along with the guide. In fact, my dad’s last Father’s Day was spent with us in downtown Chicago, dining at Michael Jordan’s restaurant. Lots of great memories: Navy Pier. Taste of Chicago. Shedd's Aquarium. Sears Tower. Riding the "L" downtown, avoiding eye contact with that scary guy in the 3rd row.....

Although there was always lots to do there and always a buzz in the air, I couldn’t shake the feeling of being ill at ease. I spent mybrief residence in the Windy City feeling that everyone wanted to harm me in some way. Say it with me: in-tim-i-da-ted. I was definitely a tiny fish in a huge pond! In short, it’s a fun place to visit, but certainly not my ideal place to call home.

We were glad to be transferred to Tulsa, OK, just in time to begin Chapter 2 of our married life: Parenthood. Next time I'm stumped about what to write, I'll continue there.


Frugal Finds said...

I am so sorry I missed the Shaun Cassidy contest. I was going to marry that man when I was 10!! He doesn't really do it for me now though. I guess it is good I married someone else! LOL

Musings of a Housewife said...

Isn't it awesome to find the perfect person for YOU!? :-) THanks for your comment this morning.

SarahJeanie said...

I want to hear more! I had no idea you lived in "The Windy City"!

Alicia said...

I'm totally intrigued. Can't wait for the rest of the story!

2nd Cup of Coffee said...

I found that interesting. It's amazing when we get stumped sometimes how telling a past story comes through for us! Much easier than dying your hair. :)

Cindy Swanson said...

Hi Sharon! I agree with you about Chicago...I actually love the city and enjoy visiting it often, but I don't know about living there. As it is, I live in Rockford, which is a little over an hour away.

Loved hearing about your early married years!