Saturday, January 30, 2010
Here I am in Chicago-land. I do miss my family already, though. My death metal guy and I are just fine… if your definition of fine is creatively finding anything and everything to argue over. Like what kind of bread to buy— croissants or a loaf of whole grain bread—in the middle of an international supermarket in Illinois.
I wanted croissants but bought the bread instead. I did not talk to him until dinner was ready. I cooked his favorite Italian potato dish with a poison, but his stomach is apparently as hard as his head, so I am out a bottle of poison and he’s thanking me for a great dinner. He won that round.
Our new apartment is still messy, but it is getting to become a home—welcoming and warm—after the mandatory first day death match between a vociferous Japanese wife and a stubborn American husband.
But do not worry. If you knocked on our door, we will promise that a frying pan will not fly over your head as he has learned to catch them mid-flight. Of course I will not hit your buttock with my new white spatula neither. Just in case though, we use the colorful entrance mat from my good friend of a poet as a distraction to entice you to look at it and conveniently move your head out of the way, in case one pan manages to slip through his hands. It is a lovely mat.
SERIOUSLY, I should carefully have read a description of our vows—in sickness and in health, for better or for worse—before our marriage. Talk about fine print, and here I am with both my glasses and my magnifying glass, screaming as I read out the reality of marriage.
I know that I cannot void this out as easily as a mistaken check though. I have heard suggested that the first eighteen months of marriage is the toughest stretch, so let’s see how it goes up to there. Will the spoiled little girl survive her time with her yet-to-grow-up husband until they hit that eighteen month benchmark? Check in next week…
My first purchase in Illinois was a large white sheet of paper (large meaning gargantuan). I pinned it to the dining room wall. It actually felt liberating to draw on the wall for once. I have never drawn on such a vast piece of paper before, but I like it. When I see something white in an empty dinning room, my brain finally accepts that my new life had begun in Illinois.
In addition, the Japanese trip was fantastic. My death metal guy, my family, and I traveled through Nagoya, Atami, Izu, Yokoyama, Tokyo, Urayasu, and Kyoto. The traveling stories will pop up randomly within other stories in the near future. By the way, the picture from January 7th was taken in front of Indiana Jones’ ride at Tokyo Disney Sea. I guess I was closer to Indiana all the way over there than I am now.