second floor living

I woke up this morning and suddenly realized that I was married, the renter of a not-too-shabby apartment, and happily unemployed. And although I would love to continue the life of a wandering gypsy with no home and no job to tie me down, I've unfortunately found myself stuck in the American dream. I've always desired to be married but the whole settling down is the part that I and my crazy wonderful husband are struggling with at the moment. "Give us a five-year plan," was the plea of several friends and family members as we grappled with the reality of being engaged. When the wedding came around, and we still had not given them a plan of action that we were passionate about, I sensed some disappointment, as well as some chuckles and the attitude of "well, they'll find out soon enough that you can't go through life without a plan."Three months later, here we are, without a job possibility that looks at all attractive, and with an unexplainable peace and mindset that everything is going as it should. And as I fight the desire to find a job that will give me the number one comfort of security, I am daily finding myself dodging the pressure to give up my dreams, and to settle for someone else's. I hope I am able to succeed in this endeavor. It's a tough one.