i recently took my annual friends and family tour back east. this is a solo trip i've been making the last few years, or put differently, since the kids have been old enough to not overwhelm a single parent. i am fortunate that a few of my closest friends and a portion of my family are clustered in a remarkably small area, an area i did not grow up in (but did finish college in) which makes it all the more curious. for a couple of reasons this year's trip spanned a longer time period than usual. this twelve day run generated the following exchange between marty and i on one of the later days.
On Aug 10, 2018, at 8:09 AM, Troy DeArmitt wrote:
[Ed: The below message references a year and a half span in our early relationship where marty and I lived in different states while I finished college.]
Driving into Charlotte that first day of my trip I had a flood of memories about my time there and our time apart. In hindsight, I'm sort of amazed we made it. In part because the last time I left a state and a girlfriend, it all fell apart inside of three months. You and I made it a year and a half. I wonder how I, how we, survived those months. I felt an immense appreciation that we endured that trial, that you are still in my life, and for the family and home we have made together. If you asked me then, in 1991, if it was possible to love Marty Walter more than I did, I would have said no, it was not possible. I would have been wrong. My natural ability to speak, my college education in English, and even all the years I spent writing about our family have not equipped me to express how deep in the marrow my love and need for you goes.
That's where I was on day one of this trip, so yes, I concur, I'm ready to come home and have you in my sight and arms again.
Soon.
t