It started just as any other Tuesday evening would. The commute home was long, the drizzly rain causing less confident drivers to creep along further under the speed limit then necessary. Work had also been long, but unlike the dragging commute, it had been filled with upbeat events. My boss talked to me privately about the possibility of becoming a vice president for the following year. At my young age of 25, this was almost unheard of, but I guess that’s one of the benefits of working for a smaller marketing firm. The idea of it was daunting though, as accepting the position would be committing myself to the company for the long term. While I loved Vision Marketing Inc., I found myself thinking about all of my other interests, things I hadn’t been able to experience because of going to school and getting a job right after graduation.
I had so many plans going into college. Traveling to as many countries as possible, visiting all of the National Parks in the United States, maybe working for a smaller company or a nonprofit. But as school went on I started to focus more on the career path I had chosen, and while I was lucky to have landed the job that I did, it had kept me from pursing these interests yet. I consoled myself with the idea that once I had children, I would be able to do all of those things with them, and my successful career would be worth it.
My thoughts then turned to my fiancé, Brice, as I turned into the driveway of our brick townhouse. It was a modest townhouse, a good size for a young couple, but recently we had been looking at potential houses to purchase. It was an exciting prospect, and with Brice’s job in the laboratory at Tuft’s Cumming School of Veterinary Medicine, we were in a good financial place for it. Luckily both of our jobs were located in the Grafton area near Tufts. I smiled as I turned the engine off and collected my coat and purse from the passenger seat. Brice really was amazing, and we had met at just the right time. We were both students at Boston University, him in his junior year and me in my sophomore year. We had both been extremely busy, but managed to form a fast, deep friendship through an honors program we were both a part of. Several months after meeting we began dating, and he finally proposed to me five years later. Everyone was surprised it hadn’t happened sooner, but I know we were both interested in making sure that we would live together well, and end up with jobs we both enjoyed in the same area. Very logical thinking, but I think it’s something that has helped our relationship. We’ve both always been logical people.
Finally snapping out of my memories, I got out of the car and walked up to the front door. As soon as I walked in the door I walked over to the answering machine, which was blinking red. I picked up the receiver and hit the voicemail button, listening as the automated voice informed me I had two missed messages. The first was just the electric company, thanking Brice and I...