Ken and I met in college coaching gymnastics. I taught the little tiny kids how to do forward rolls and cartwheels, and Ken taught the older boys somewhat cooler things. I don’t really believe in soul mates, but I do believe in fate, and I am positive if my family never moved to Maine, if I got accepted into UCLA, or if I never saw that job posting for a gymnastics coach and thought “Oh what the heck, I’ll apply,” I would not be marrying Ken next July.
When I was in elementary school, my family moved to Maine for a few short years. My parents signed me up for gymnastics classes when we were there. I was an active, tomboyish child, so I’m sure they thought gymnastics would be a good outlet for my energy. It quickly became my favorite thing, and I spent a lot of time practicing at home. My dad even made me a baby beam for me at home and installed a bar in the doorway, where I remember doing pull overs and back hip circles. We moved back to California a couple years later, and that was the end of my gymnastics career. The great thing about being young and learning new skills is that they tend to stick with you, especially physical skills. Without these two years of gymnastics training that I had ten years before I went to UC Berkeley, I’m sure Ken and I would have never crossed paths.
After undergrad, Ken went off to med school in Dallas, and is now almost done with the first year of his five year residency. It’s been five years of long distance at this point. Right now, as I’m sitting on the plane headed to Houston, I look back at our relationship, and I can’t help but be proud. I think we have handled long distance with such commitment and grace that not all people are capable of. It took me a long, long time to feel ready to leave the San Francisco Bay Area, but I’m really excited for the opportunity to step out of my comfort zone and live in a new place (we’ll see if I still feel that way in a month). Most of all, I’m excited to be together in one place, and hope that he doesn’t eat all of my cereal (inside joke between one of my bffs and me). Goodbye long distance, and hello new life in Texas.