Sarah and I recently celebrated our 11th anniversary as a couple. When I say celebrated, I mean that in the figurative sense, which is to say that the date passed both of us by unnoticed. That’s how it goes.
Eleven years, seven domiciles in two countries and almost three children later, much has changed. Life has shifted an immeasurable distance since those heady days of 2000, when an act as simple as biking through a red light in San Francisco could have spelt the end for me in the US, as I found myself an accidental and illegal immigrant in a country in which I had never intended to live.
It all worked out in the end, though, however unlikely that might have seemed at various junctures along the way.
Life is some weird shit.