So today, in the office, I was asked by yet another coworker about why Pete and I haven’t gotten married. Why he is buying a place, and I have my own place. Why we seem to be moving in different directions.

It’s possible to grow apart in order to grow together. Pete and I both have personal goals we would like to accomplish before getting married. And not apart as in not being close, but as in not becoming the same person. I need to figure out who I am after college, and so does he. We’re 22. We have time. And I’m not worried.

I just don’t understand. Who are you people that think that you know me. You don’t know that Pete calls me from work just to tell me he loves me and then has to go. You don’t know that he’s been there for me through one of the roughest year of my life, and that he isn’t afraid if I break down and isn’t going to leave me. You don’t know anything.

In other news, I’m supposed to start writing five things I’m grateful for for the next week. And so I’ll do it on here. Because why not. I guess in the beginning it will be basic stuff, and then I’ll have to start getting creative. So here goes.

1. I’m thankful I was able to find a place to live that I can afford.
2. I’m thankful for the people who love me, because they’ve shown themselves clearly over the last few months.
3. I’m thankful for my job, because I can support myself (and Tater!)
4. I’m thankful for the Potato, because she offers me a lot of comfort and love and companionship.
5. I’m thankful for Pete, because he’s my best friend, I know that he loves me, and he supports me in everything I do, no questions asked.