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WeĀ moved to Washington, DC in 2016;Ā two strangers with suitcasesĀ arriving on the very same day. He by train, me by plane. Our paths wouldn’tĀ officially crossĀ until eight months later, but after comparing notes,Ā we figured out thatĀ weĀ wereĀ in the same rooms,Ā repeatedly,Ā without even knowing it. We went to the same concerts in the Luce Gallery, frequented the microcinema in Mount Pleasant, browsed the racks at the same record stores, and fell in love with the same Nam June Paik installation at the American Art Museum.Ā  We matched on Tinder, as with many millennials on the apps. In April of 2017, we went on a first date in the park by my house. Drinking Stiegel Radlers, complaining about work, and the general weird vibes of living in DC during that specific political climate. We parted ways, claiming we’d keep in touch, and proceeded to ghost one another. Fast forward to the fall of the same year. We’re back on the apps and we’ve matched again—7 months later. We decided to grab coffee in Georgetown, welcoming a chance to reconnect. And then coffeeĀ turnedĀ intoĀ a walk. The walk extends into an hourslong affair in hopes of catching the full moon rising. We went to the White House, peed in a hotel bathroom, and finally found ourselves in front of the Weather Underground house in Adams Morgan,Ā six or seven hours later. We split up content that we’d hang out again soon. Little did weĀ knowĀ thatĀ thatĀ long walkĀ would turnĀ into aĀ never-endingĀ story, orĀ better yet, a story with a happy ending.Ā We saw each other a few days later, discoveringĀ our mutual love of physical media.Ā I even brought a tape recorder with me to record snatches ofĀ conversation.Ā What are the odds that the girl with the massive VHS collection would meet the boy with the massive cassette collection, who hosted a monthly cassette night at a local bar? Ā After five months, we decided to cut our commutes,Ā merge our collections,Ā and moveĀ in together sooner than most wouldĀ advise.Ā  From our home, we weathered the historic government shutdown, a global pandemic,Ā andĀ countless protests—finding comfort and safety in a world of our making. We moved to Chicago, I started and left a PhD, we both foundĀ new jobs, we bought our apartment,Ā started a gallery in our living room, and our family grew to include our dog, Momo.Ā  If there’s one thing our relationship has taught us, it’s that it’s okay to perpetually be in a state of becoming. Whether that’s giving one another a second chance at a first date, exploring different career paths, tryingĀ and failingĀ at new recipes and hobbies—within the solid foundation of our communion, we can be whoever we wantĀ to be, and whoever we might become. So here’s to second chances and the longest second first date in the world.
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Feb 14, 2025

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Ugh love that you got married in the Samantha Pleet, so iconic. I too own it, though I last wore it in a different life.
Feb 15, 2025
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This is so sweet oml. Fate is a beautiful thing.
Feb 15, 2025
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the most beautiful thing i have ever read in my life
Feb 14, 2025
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definitely meant to be! I'm so happy for you two (and yall are so cute)
Feb 14, 2025
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Love and fate is real and you guys have confirmed it.
Feb 14, 2025
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starlet he’s 100% my person. I am the luckiest.
Feb 14, 2025
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the sweetest 🩵
Feb 14, 2025
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Exactly the kind of posts I was hoping for today. This is so cute.
Feb 14, 2025
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valoorie today is THE day to be deeply sentimental šŸ’–šŸ’
Feb 14, 2025
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This is so sweet lol thanks for sharing 🫶
Feb 14, 2025
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taterhole being vulnerable on the internet is scary! But I also found usergeneratedcontent using the internet and being vulnerable, so it’s a gamble!
Feb 14, 2025

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