“ In another life, I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you”
That line from Everything Everywhere All at Once has been in my mind lately. Maybe because today is our sixth anniversary. Six years of marriage, and somehow the thing I find myself wanting most isn’t another romantic dinner, a weekend away or some big anniversary plan.
Long distance has a way of turning a relationship into a collection of events. We see each other for about a week (a few if we are lucky) every six months. So when we’re together that week becomes this whole thing. We have to make it count. We have to have fun. We have to go places and do things and make the most of the time we have. And suddenly we are not experiencing ordinary married life. We’re experiencing a series of little vacations.
I understand why we do it. When you only have a week, you don’t want to waste it. But sometimes I think that’s exactly what I want. To waste it. To wake up and not think about how many days are left. To make coffee, go to the grocery store. Watch something, figure out dinner. Normal stuff.
The stuff that probably doesn’t register as special when you have it every day. That’s the part I miss. I want the boring parts, the everyday parts – what’s like to be in the same house long enough for us to get on each other’s nerves, to sit in the same room doing completely different things, going to bed knowing we don’t have to say goodbye in a few days. I want to be bored together.
Maybe we’re expected to look at the big moments -the trips, the dinners, the pictures, the memories- and feel like that’s what a marriage is. But after six years, what I find myself wanting isn’t another big moment. It’s the stuff nobody thinks to take a picture of. Laundry. Taxes. A Tuesday. A relationship that I get to actually live.





























