When do you know the person you're with is the one with whom you want to spend the rest of your life? I knew early on in my relationship with My Director, but our first Thanksgiving clinched it.
|Hall of Languages|
November rolled around, and the usual talk of people going home for Thanksgiving. I was working at a radio station in town at the time, and graduating in December. (I wrote about the reason why I graduated a semester late here.) I was hoping to get a full-time job at the station upon graduating, eventually getting an on-air gig. (That was my goal at the time). Bonus: If they hired me full-time I'd be able to stay in Syracuse, where the new found love of my life still had another year and a half of school left.
So I agreed to work on Thanksgiving. I was bummed, but I felt like I had reached the point in my life where I had to start thinking about my career. And my career involves working on holidays, especially when you're low man on the totem poll. I'd be alone in Syracuse on Thanksgiving.
|The Scene of the First Thanksgiving|
The next day, I drove her home to her parents' house in Pennsylvania. The first of many long car rides we would share, as pilot and co-pilot. One act of love to last a lifetime.
|My Co-pilot and I. Venice. Summer 2004|