Isaac and I went to Winger's for lunch the other day. It's the first time I've ever been there (and, really, I don't see us going very often from here on out!). What made this outing memorable, however, was the fact we DID try to eat there once before. The first year we were married. I couldn't remember all the details of that first outing, but Isaac reminded me. We had sat down, looked at the prices and immediately left, finding somewhere more affordable to go that day.
We talked about this as we sat for lunch. I chuckled when I looked at the prices. They weren't particularly scary, but perspective is a funny thing. I think I sometimes forget how very, very poor we were, first married. I think that's one of the weirdest things, moving back here. The stark juxtaposition between THEN and NOW. And, oh. It is stark.
I'm becoming one of those that is starting to forget how we struggled. How MUCH we struggled. How in debt I was when we married. I'm becoming one of those that is starting to forget a lot and I hate it. I think remembering is good. Remembering keeps us grounded and empathetic. I don't want to lose that. Even if I don't go back to Winger's again...
(somebody that i used to know, gotye)