Saturday, November 18th, 5 years, 5 months and 18 hours...
A series of unfortunate events has led me to publish this post today. I remember vividly sitting with John Hughes; my best friend in the whole world, outside of the Tombstone Cafe in Frostburg, Maryland, discussing one of the most important decisions in life...marriage. We spoke at length about the goals and alignment of my future wife and myself. I believe his sister Amie joined us later, but I cannot completely confirm this little detail. However, our discussion clearly led to a contadiction in life goals. At the time, I was a psychology graduate and Sarah was a soon-to-be biochemistry grad from Western Maryland College, now McDaniel (which is a whole other story). I wanted a life of travel and secrecy...I had aspirations of becoming a profiler for the FBI and she a physician assistant, a stable position with a good salary and plenty of opportunity as America's population is continually deteriorating in a downward spiral of medical conditions. In other words, I sought a life of adventure, spontaneity and uncertainty...my future partner in crime, the exact opposite. Differences in personality and personal perceived success make for interesting life experiences, but alignment and the potential for success is disguised in those same differences, and young love. Today I am supposed to be on a plane to Barcelona for Thanksgiving vacation with my wife of the aforementioned timeframe to today's post; however, I sit in Barley and Hops, my favorite local establishment writing to the world in solitude, and suprisingly; contentment.