My husband and I met in August 2001, the very first day of college. This statement dates back to me now, but I have become wiser over the past eleven years (almost) by learning to balance our diverse and dissimilar interests. Having said that, most of the time it seems that when I engage in one of my husband’s hobbies, we are unwittingly putting our lives on the line. Maybe this is my own perception, as I don’t enjoy my husband’s activities very much. It should be mentioned, however, that after a few cases / outings my husband bought flowers, massage packages, and dinners, as an excuse – or an olive branch. In the story I’m going to talk about, my husband didn’t need to give me an olive branch, he needed an olive tree or a cellar.
Our relationship reminds me of the show Green acres, where I prefer Times Square to the fresh air and farm life. As we are both from various parts of New Jersey, I enjoy the city life and the proximity to shopping malls, food, hospitals and other human beings. My husband, on the other hand, lived in the middle of nowhere, where a trip to one of these places, or to a friend’s house, would be enough for me to forgo the trip altogether. I’m lucky that my husband will be accompanying me for shopping, walking and watching sports – yes, watching sports. Unfortunately, I’m the one in the relationship obsessed with sports and because of that, and the need to buy the packages every season, I’m in charge of the cable bill. It is a chore for him to watch a baseball game, so it is fair that I go with him in some of his activities, like hiking and mountain biking.
While we both enjoy being on the outside, our perspective and definition of what the term “outside” encompasses is drastically different. This is especially true since we moved to another state. Scorpions, snakes, pumas, coyotes and other alien wildlife (to me) are not things that I adapt to and I will not adapt. For me, I like doing outdoor activities that don’t put me in isolated places. And that’s where my story begins.
My husband planned a day trip, taking a “short walk” around a few lakes to the north, then a nice dinner. The scenery was absolutely breathtaking. As it was a “short walk”, I left my purse in the car. If you knew me, you would gasp and wonder if I have a fever. My handbag is another appendix and contains the essentials for everyday life: for example, my cell phone and my pink lip gloss. During the first hour of our trip, I took advantage of nature and my husband’s thoughtfulness. As we passed joggers, other walking couples / families and cyclists, I admired the beauty of the area and grateful that I was able to share this experience with one of my best friends. We kept walking, and as we did, making random turns in the forked paths, a passer-by was rarely, and then ultimately, non-existent.
As I began to express my concern about turning back, my husband said we would continue as he said the path would “turn” in a loop. How wrong was he? Let’s see… .the only life we saw was in the distance, which in the end was a very good thing. As we continued to walk, we could vaguely see cars on a road that must have been at least five miles away. However, we started to approach some gigantic rocks on both sides of the trail and signs for the puma sighting. Now I cannot express in writing how my life has passed before my eyes, and the horror of what could be – that I could come into contact with any of the animals that I am afraid to live in this state. marvellous. To cut a dramatic and anxious story very short, we reached the end of the trail, which did not “come full circle”. We had to back down and make our way through the distant, isolated, isolated and desolate paths.
The “short walk” was hours of walking without water, phones or defensive tools. What got us through this personal and traumatic incident? Talking about the future, laughing at each other, making jokes, making a plan if we were to be attacked by a puma and hugging each other. This “journey” brought us closer together and taught us to better prepare (in many ways). We were handed lemons and tried to make the best lemonade we could.
Although we did not encounter any wild animals other than the occasional lizard, this trip left a permanent scar. The moral of the story? Never leave your purse in the car and always be prepared for an emergency. Having my purse with me on this adventure would have saved some of my sanity, could have contacted me with family members to warn me of my perceived imminent danger, and provided me with items to use in a hypothetical altercation with a mountain lion. A typical woman’s bag contains enough items that can be used to defend against many outside threats. Due to this experience, I made up an emergency bag. Elements have been added over the years, or adventures. My emergency bag now has lots of items including an extremely loud alarm, water bottles, extra GPS, map, flares, and snacks. Never forget your cell phone and always tell someone where you are going. Relationships are give and take. While you may not necessarily enjoy the activity, remember that you are making the other person happy. Who knows? You can also have fun! What makes it special and enjoyable is spending time with someone you love or whose company you enjoy. Make the most of any situation by laughing and creating lasting memories.
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