We cannot direct the wind but we can adjust the sails.

Well.
This Saturday Ryan graduated from college. Congratulations, bub!
I am so proud of him. Its kind of the norm now for middle class families to send their kids to college; so much so that I sometimes feel that being a college graduate (with three majors, no less!) is not recognized as the big accomplishment that it is. Hats off to him, and all our friends who have graduated.

We are both a little unstable with emotions right now... This will mark the first time we have really ever had to spend time away without knowing when the next time we will share a room will be. Its eerily scary.

Living in dorms or apartments away from parents is like an incubator with a large, glowing, red light-bulb for young love. For most, it makes everything grow at an awkward fat-pace, like chicks that have had extra hormones pumped into them and hatch with like three legs or something. And... I don't know where that sentence was going so anyways...

Somehow, Ryan and I have lasted; three legs and all. And somehow, we're happy. And somehow, we'll end up fine!

Ryan is moving home to the Bay area and I'll stay here in LA. We'll see each other a few times- I love the drive up the coast to San Francisco. This fall, I have a huge adventure that I'll talk about in another post. It involves... Europe?

When Ryan and I aren't working at preschool and a marketing firm, respectively, we will be texting. And skype-ing. I'm not worried about us being apart (Ryan says: Nope, why? are you?) because I know there is really no one who could make me happier (Ryan says: No one could make me happier, that's why I am marrying you).

RIght now, we are in the first stage of separation: The 'I miss you' stage. That's why we just stare at each other on Skype. Occasionally we cry (Ryan says: you cry.) [point of information: I saw him crying earlier].

So far, in our four hours apart Ryan is bored, and I am daunted by the sheer amount laundry laying at the foot of my bed. Yikes!

We may not be able to direct this change in the wind, but we'll let our love direct the sails.

Sincerely,
Mayan & Ryan