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puppetmaker20 years ago today I moved up to Long Island to be with my then boyfriend now husband Peter David.
This is the longest I have been in the same house consistently. Before that it was in the house that my parents own.
20 years is a long time to be in one place. I have gone from girlfriend to fiancé to wife and step-mother to mother.
When I moved up here, it was a serious leap of faith. I really hadn’t much going on in Atlanta. My favorite stage management job went away. The comic book shop job was going nowhere. The museum management team changed and brought in their friends, which I understood but was sad about. One of my best friends had died of cancer. I was at loose ends with, other than family, nothing holding me to Atlanta.
Peter and I had been on a couple of dates. We went to the Marvel Christmas Party together where he introduces me to his friends and colleagues. I have to admit I was internally fangirling a bit but I also ran into people I knew through my time at the comic book store and at conventions. We had been to Disney World together where he took me to the Adventurers’ Club that became ‘our place’ at Disney. We got engaged there. We made friends there that are friends to this day. We had spent time together at conventions.
And we talked or rather messaged each other on the old AOL messaging system. We got to know each other through conversation. We would spend hours online just talking.
But it was still a big step for a variety of reasons.
I packed up my truck and drove up to Long Island, worked on trying to find work as a stage manager with not much luck except at a substitute for vacationing stage managers. I found a job at Borders then the one at Del Rey Books.
We got married and have been happily so for going on 17 years now (May 26th).
I have a daughter who is thriving here.
I have three lovely stepdaughters who have made me a part of their lives. There are now two grandsons running around that Peter is very proud of.
I have a home that is a home rather than a place to put my stuff until I move on again. The last time I had that feeling was at my folk’s house. I have felt at home elsewhere but it didn’t feel permanent as it does now.
I have a bar where everyone knows my name.
I have my grocery store, which may be a little more of the drive but the produce is so much better than the closer store.
I know where every fabric store/craft shop is in the area and what they are all good for.
I know the people in the neighborhood and the area.
I am comfortable here and believe that I will be here for at least another 20 years if not longer.
I am grateful that I did make that leap and move up here.
This is the longest I have been in the same house consistently. Before that it was in the house that my parents own.
20 years is a long time to be in one place. I have gone from girlfriend to fiancé to wife and step-mother to mother.
When I moved up here, it was a serious leap of faith. I really hadn’t much going on in Atlanta. My favorite stage management job went away. The comic book shop job was going nowhere. The museum management team changed and brought in their friends, which I understood but was sad about. One of my best friends had died of cancer. I was at loose ends with, other than family, nothing holding me to Atlanta.
Peter and I had been on a couple of dates. We went to the Marvel Christmas Party together where he introduces me to his friends and colleagues. I have to admit I was internally fangirling a bit but I also ran into people I knew through my time at the comic book store and at conventions. We had been to Disney World together where he took me to the Adventurers’ Club that became ‘our place’ at Disney. We got engaged there. We made friends there that are friends to this day. We had spent time together at conventions.
And we talked or rather messaged each other on the old AOL messaging system. We got to know each other through conversation. We would spend hours online just talking.
But it was still a big step for a variety of reasons.
I packed up my truck and drove up to Long Island, worked on trying to find work as a stage manager with not much luck except at a substitute for vacationing stage managers. I found a job at Borders then the one at Del Rey Books.
We got married and have been happily so for going on 17 years now (May 26th).
I have a daughter who is thriving here.
I have three lovely stepdaughters who have made me a part of their lives. There are now two grandsons running around that Peter is very proud of.
I have a home that is a home rather than a place to put my stuff until I move on again. The last time I had that feeling was at my folk’s house. I have felt at home elsewhere but it didn’t feel permanent as it does now.
I have a bar where everyone knows my name.
I have my grocery store, which may be a little more of the drive but the produce is so much better than the closer store.
I know where every fabric store/craft shop is in the area and what they are all good for.
I know the people in the neighborhood and the area.
I am comfortable here and believe that I will be here for at least another 20 years if not longer.
I am grateful that I did make that leap and move up here.
