FHF: Just a Little Longer

I know I’m a day late.  I feel like such a disappointment.

On with it, then.

Two months ago, Isaiah got offered a job in graphic design, the step he has been waiting for since we moved down here. He roughed the economic terrain and landed a full-time job with benefits in a creative field, at that. So proud.

I got offered the opportunity of (my) lifetime (so far) to intern at the one and only radio station I love, with a company I believe in and doing something that makes my heart beat fast and my nights a little restless.

Isaiah finally has weekends off. I work on Saturdays at a photography studio. We are working on freelance opportunities for us to work on together and the schedj is filling up fast. Despite getting home at 6:30 each night, there’s time to make dinner, tell each other about our day and by the time we relax and sit down to watch a movie or head out for the night, it’s 8:15 or so and the night is 3/4 gone.

I’ve been thinking of this song by the Violent Femmes (“Good Feeling”):

I feel like I’m always just about to leave or he’s just about to head to work, or we’re constantly just passing each other.

So I’m sure you’ve heard enough about the Life and Times show we went to Wednesday, but we’re not over it just yet. We’re in our 20’s and we rarely get to go out and just have a carefree night. So when we get back in our groove, it’s a good feeling.

We went to the local old-fashioned ice cream shop before. I attacked him with my ice cream after we tried to get a good photo just holding the cones 4x and he kept taking a bite of his in the middle of the photo.

We ended up having a great half-deaf night from an awesome rock show. Not that I need any reminder about him, but sometimes a night like that just leaves you in awe of what a kick-ass person you’re marrying.

Oh, and I got a haircut.

Not the most well-written-post. Just a disclaimer.