III

Three years ago last week I graduated college and three years ago today I married my best friend. Yeah, flog me all you guys want for being cheesy, but how often do you get to spend the rest of your life with the person you care about the most? I have a handful of friends, both male and female, that I consider best friends, but none that I can picture marrying more than her. The things I lack in life, she excels, and likewise.

This past weekend we went out for a nice dinner and spent the night out at a hotel. For the first time in probably 2 years, we escaped the BS of everyday life. It was only for an evening, but we laughed and talked like we hadn't done in years. It was more than I could ask for.

The weekend couldn't have come at a better time. I had been feeling drawn out, weary of life lately. One of my favorite authors, Jon Krakauer, wrote a book titled Into the Wild. It was recently turned into a movie and I went to see it last week. I don't really feel like going into a full movie review right now, but the general gist is this: It's the true story of a young man that goes into the wild to find himself. He learns a lot about himself, others and life and eventually dies. His quest for adventure and the thick wanderlust that saturates the story is so addictive. It left me feeling like I needed more out of life, that I was just living right now.

After this weekend, and after three years married now and out of college, I can say I don't think I am just "living". I'm "building"; a project that I'll never see completed, but can enjoy if I choose to... and I do.