The Honeymoon Can Wait
3 min readJun 25, 2020
On Monday, June 22, less than 48 hours after I got married, I packed my car with a few bikes, some clothes, seven books on writing, the King James Bible, and an almost five-pound volume of John Milton’s works. I made the five-hour drive from Brooklyn, NY, to Middlebury, VT, alone. This decision was not based on an epic first fight but rather a deep impression left on me by my sixth-grade English teacher.
On the last day of school in sixth grade, my classmates shared their summer plans: sleep-away camps, family vacations, and sports camps were the most common. Our teacher, however, told us…
