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Published in: on January 21, 2011 at 2:42 pm  Leave a Comment  
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My first car.

I am aware of the fact that it is uncommon for a person to get their first car at 30 years old but I am here to tell you, it happens. A couple of short weeks before my 30th birthday I purchased my very first vehicle. A 1992 Buick Riviera. This is not my actual car, but it is exactly what it looks like.

As a teenager, I had little to no interest at all in learning to drive. While the majority of my peers were learning the rules of the road and getting their licenses, the very thought of getting behind a wheel and having faith in the other people on the road made my stomach turn. I somehow got by getting to all the places I needed to go. When I was 20 years old, I moved to a large city where all I needed was my bicycle and a bus pass and I could get anywhere, basically anytime. For the most part, everyone I hung out with used the same methods of transportation. When I would say that I did not have a car there was no reason for disbelief because there are so many options to get from Point A to Point B.

Fast Forward 10 years.

I am back in my hometown. The public transportation, while it exists, is not a popular choice. In fact, I cannot think of a single person I know in town that I can say uses it regularly. My husband and I were fortunate enough to be able to share a car for the first year of living here. Our work schedules and locations coordinated just enough to make it work. He changed jobs and it no longer made sense. I was on the hunt!

I combed Craigslist, the classifieds in the newspaper, used car websites and anything else that I could get my hands on. I have a limited budget and knew if I waited long enough the perfect car would find its way into my life. I spent countless nights wishing cars were just a little less money, had less miles, were automatic and not manual, didn’t need more work than I was willing or able to give it or were not hundreds of miles away. Eventually, my Riviera was available on Craigslist. My hubs and I went to test drove it and I immediately knew that this was going to be my first car.

I did not realize how much freedom I was missing out on! I can come and go whenever I please! As someone who hitched rides with people in the past, I am trying to even things out and when people need rides I am more than willing to give them. It feels good to be able to do things like that. It seems like it would not be that big of a deal but spending my entire life up to this point unable to do so, it brings me a sense of joy. It is my way of giving thanks to anyone who has ever went out of their way to make sure I got to wherever it was I needed to be.

Published in: on January 20, 2011 at 8:35 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Jazz

This is quite possibly one of the coolest kids on earth.

Published in: on January 19, 2011 at 4:30 am  Leave a Comment  
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Why.

You may be wondering what motivated us to go from big city to small(ish) town.

We made the move to the new town a little over a year ago.  I had just lost a family member that resulted a huge void in my life.  It was that moment that I began thinking about all the things I had missed out on while on my adventures.  I was required to re-evaluate the things that really mattered to me and not just today but in the bigger picture.  There I was, in my late twenties, in a serious relationship and it was time to establish what I wanted and what I needed to do in order to make it happen.

Approximately a year earlier, my father had been diagnosed with brain cancer. I could not fathom missing out on anything else and living hours away was not doing my mental health any favors.  I am fortunate enough to have an AMAZING partner and one day he came to me and asked if I needed to move home.  I had a million reasons why that would be impossible/not make sense/possibly be a horrible desicion/be selfish & other things.  He asked me again if I needed to move home.  I swallowed and said yes.  Immediately he responded with telling me that if thats what I need to do, then we would start figuring out what steps we would have to take to execute our grand plan.

Life in my queer bubble popped just before we crossed the border. This was it, no turning back now. I had become accustomed to be surrounded by queers without even trying. 7+ years in a city chalk full of us, you stop batting an eyelash when there is a spotting.  While there are many perks to living in a place with a lower cost of living, crime rate, traffic and general population  there are a few drawbacks that take some getting use to.  (I will get into that later)  Overall, this was the best possible decision we could have made.  I am not sure we will always be living here but I don’t have a doubt in my mind that this is where I need to be and plan on staying for a while. So far we have moved around every year and it feels good to finally feel like we are “home” for a while.

Published in: on January 19, 2011 at 4:05 am  Leave a Comment  
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Fresh Start

I had started a blog at this site quite a while ago and have decided to delete the entire thing and start fresh.

This is a personal blog talking about my life as a midwestern queer lady married to an amazing man who happens to be trans. Some of this blog will be about that, some about day to day life here in the middle of the country. After attempting to do some google searches for other people/couples/whatnot that resemble my life at all, I discovered that there really was not much to see.

The way I figure it, if I was out there looking and coming up with nothing there are probably others out there, too.

Published in: on December 29, 2010 at 4:33 pm  Leave a Comment  
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