I was now a college graduate and ready to face a new adventure: my first real job. Oh, I had had an actual full time job before, but now I felt like an honest to goodness adult. I was 25 years-old. The job I would garner post university diploma actually initially held far less responsibility than … Continue reading Just another love story. Part thirteen: California and a wedding
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Just another love story. Part twelve: coming home
I was so sad to leave Blue Eyes in Japan that hot and humid July, 1987. I had no idea at that point whether we would stay together. The thing I knew was that I needed to remain true to myself and the promises I had made to me. I have always been a nurturer, … Continue reading Just another love story. Part twelve: coming home
Just another love story. Part eleven: leaving Japan
Our little love story continued as we snuggled up in our new apartment in Kyoto under Blue Eyes' favorite piece of furniture, the denki kotatsu: a low heated table, about the height of a coffee table with a blanket over the base and a hard wood surface placed on top. It was a particularly cold and snowy … Continue reading Just another love story. Part eleven: leaving Japan
Just another love story. Part ten: January in Japan
Early January 1987, I had sort of settled into my Kyoto boarding house. It was lonely and the other boarders weren’t all that friendly. Even though there were other English speakers, there were no other Americans that I could find and so I pretty much kept to myself. I would eventually realize that non-Americans were … Continue reading Just another love story. Part ten: January in Japan
Just another love story. Part nine: arriving Japan
Crazy 80's perm hair at Heian Shrine, Kyoto Japan (January 1987) All I wanted to do was collapse into Blue Eyes' arms the moment I arrived at the Osaka airport in late December 1986. I had purchased a cheap round trip student airline ticket with an open ended return (I don't even know if you can do that anymore) and … Continue reading Just another love story. Part nine: arriving Japan
Just another love story. Part eight: questioning the engagement
STALKER NUMBER ONE Somehow in my frantic quest to get the words out on my last entry, I completely forgot to include the story of my first stalker, also known as Blue Eyes' first girlfriend, Michelle. After Blue Eyes and I moved into our own apartment, he was feeling better post winter break surgery, he was … Continue reading Just another love story. Part eight: questioning the engagement
Just another love story. Part seven: the narcissist goes in, guns blazing
This was the plan: Blue Eyes would return home with his parents after graduation. He was scheduled for intestinal surgery a few days later. I would stay at school and work my job. His surgery was scheduled for early in the morning with an expected surgery time of 4-5 hours. His family would call me … Continue reading Just another love story. Part seven: the narcissist goes in, guns blazing
Just another love story. Part six: Blue Eyes graduates college
Well, it’s been a while, but I feel that urge again to dip back into the memory banks of mine and Blue Eyes first years together. The years that would shape our eventual married life and impact decades of moments as a couple and as a family. After Blue Eyes returned from his winter break trip home, … Continue reading Just another love story. Part six: Blue Eyes graduates college
Just another love story. Part five: learning to compromise
After returning home from the Thanksgiving trip from Hell, we both had to focus on the final few weeks of classes. I tried to forget all about Blue Eyes’ parents, but it was difficult. By the time we hit the end of the term, we had some decisions to make. First, Blue Eyes had started … Continue reading Just another love story. Part five: learning to compromise
Just another love story. Part four: meeting the parents
After the miscarriage in late October, I had settled in to a minimized class schedule and work as usual. Blue Eyes had a full load of classes. Fast approaching was Thanksgiving break. As it turns out, Thanksgiving is a big huge deal to Blue Eyes’ mother. I could have just as easily spent the holiday … Continue reading Just another love story. Part four: meeting the parents
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