New Job!

It is about time!

After working for 3 years for a financial services firm 30 miles from home, I made a leap, posted my resume and 3 days later, got an offer, accepted and resigned!

SO excited to be moving into a job in HR from corporate finance. Debits, credits, journal entries be damned! I want to work with people! And WAY closer to home!

Now, of course, I'm working on a new (vegan, obvi) wardrobe. Shopping for a new bag for work: love all these:







On the relationship front, the past two weeks have been really great. Our counselor, C, is really great. And it feels like we're making great progress. I'm so proud of M - he's been so brave in really starting to introspect and understand his feelings.

Speaking of M, we've spent the past two weeks packing up our first home together. He's moving in with a friend nearby, and I'm still a mile away in my new apartment. It was our first home together, and we're both feeling pretty sad about it. It's amazing to see how much two people can collect over 3 years in one place. But the upside is that... we're going to move back in together at the end of the summer! Likely a 3 bedroom (with room for a nursery)! It feels momentous, and exciting, almost more exciting than the first time we moved in together in 2007.

And now someone help me quiet this biological clock! Reminds me of Marisa Tomei in that scene in My Cousin Vinny:

*Last Time on Sweet Vegan Duo...*

Welcome to the first entry of my new blog.

Life is a little complicated in our world these days.

Details will come with time, but here I will add a quick recap of the last 8 years:

I (L) met him (M) when he was 19, I was 20. It was a whirlwind summer romance, complete with sunny days, starry nights and falling in love. I liked M immediately because he was tall, handsome, smart and funny. That summer, from our first date, we spent practically every day together.

What began as a summer romance, evolved into a long distance relationship. From our colleges on the east coast, we traveled to Italy, spent hours on the phone, spent school vacations together and laughed a lot.

As young love tends to do, halfway through senior year, things got tough. I was relatively sure I wanted to go to law school, and he was uncertain of anything other than he wanted to come with me. Unable to cope with the pressure of picking a future that would best for us both, we agreed to split up. I had no doubt that he was the person I wanted to marry, but at 21 years old, it just seemed too impossible that my first love would magically evolve into the happy marriage of a lifetime.

From that winter 2003 until the end of summer 2006, we kept in touch for the most part. In the winter of 2005, I moved to Europe and he moved to the Big City. He was determined to get experience working in a restaurant to open his own someday, and I was focused on doing things I'd always wanted to do.

We grew separately in our own directions and always hoped that our paths would lead us back together. When I returned to the US to stay, I spent my first day back with him. We were back together shortly thereafter, and I moved to the Big City with him after being back together for 5 months.

We got engaged after living together for 6 months and married after being engaged for 13 months. It seemed picture perfect.

And then we decided to separate after being married for 17 months. And again, I believe we will be back together soon, and it is my hope that this blog will chronicle our reconciliation and our future as a team...