I lied a little bit, in my last post. Turns out there was a little more to our second anniversary than frozen "chicken" nuggets and apathy. Because four days after that we up and left the country for two weeks.

The reason I didn't mention this on the last post is because the trip wasn't technically for our anniversary. Sure, it was initially a two-years-ish benchmark of sorts -- a fevered, wishful OMG, what if we could one day leave this continent? daydream the beau and I long shared. But as the months passed and we managed to actually grow our savings, it began to look less like a dream and more like a legitimate reality -- until it stopped being at all about celebrating our marriage and grew into being, simply, "our big trip."

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