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  • This was taken on the day I graduated with my Masters degree. He proposed to me two summers prior, just before we left for New Hampshire. Then, he packed up his life and followed me to a new state where we didn't know anyone.

    We struggled financially. The seacoast has high living expenses. I left a job I hated that paid relatively well to work as a tour guide one or two days a week because it was history. He worked just outside of Boston, a long commute that burned through gas. My car died and we were behind on bills. I cried a lot, partially because I was home sick, but also because I was in a constant state of stress. I'm sure he was stressed, too, but he never showed it. He always told me things would work out and we would find a way, together.

    This day was as much about him as it was about me. I could not have done it without him.
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