gamble

gam·ble (găm'bəl)
., -bled, -bling, -bles.
v.intr.
1. a. To bet on an uncertain outcome, as of a contest.
b. To play a game of chance for stakes.
2. To take a risk in the hope of gaining an advantage or a benefit.
3. To engage in reckless or hazardous behavior

I'm not sure if you know the story of how Ryan and I came to be, but it's a good one. I'll leave it out of this post because well, most of you probably already do.
Anyway, yesterday was the one year anniversary of Ryan's permanent arrival in Korea!
This means that Ryan and I, though we've been "together" pretty much since just after we met in December 2007, have now been TOGETHER (in the literal sense) for a whole year now.
But most of all, I think it means we're gonna make it. When Ryan and I decided he'd move here to Korea so that we could be together, that was a pretty big gamble on love we took. Have you seen the size of the place we live in? It's nearly unfit for cohabitation. We've spent all but 6 nights together since last July and we haven't killed each other, or even gotten angry enough to second guess that giant gamble. This is commendable, especially for a couple of New Yorkers who didn't know the other existed just 7 months earlier. So, give us a little credit. Credit is due! Yes, we piss each other off sometimes (Ryan turns on the aircon in his sleep and then steals my blanket... I make him late for everything) but we love each other more (he always takes out the recycling... I always make the coffee).

It's worth taking a moment to let anyone know who doubted that gamble (or other similar gambles) that it's all worked out in our favor. Coming from someone who doesn't often take gambles and who usually steers clear of the mushier side of life, this should mean a lot.

I'm very happy to be half the proof of how worth it a gamble on love can be.

i'm worried about my creativity

Here is the thing. I was an English writing major for Pete's sake. I'm worried that I have spent the majority of the last 18 months talking to Korean Kindergarteners and casual friends. This can't possibly be having a good effect on my grammar, vocabulary or reading level. I've got to get on this.
I am registered to take the GRE in 2 months and Part One is ANALYTICAL WRITING. My initial reaction was to scoff in the face of the writing portion but given a bit more thought, I'm concerned. I don't think I'm as smart as I used to be. True I still read, but mostly silly chick lit (like my current pick: Chasing Harry Winston, not exactly great literary works) but I never write anything but sentences like "I like lollipops" or "We eat nuts" for kindergarten purposes.

So, I'm going to try to get back some of my old literary wit and try to see if I remember how to write.