"...whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest I will lodge: thy people shall be my people..."
Ruth 1:16
Like Ruth, I'm ready to pack. Unlike Ruth, I speak not to my mother-in-law, but to her son David, my husband of--never mind how many years.
The whither he goes is Fairfax, Virginia, to study economics with the intent of graduating with a Ph.D. in three years.
Where he lodgest is not yet determined. We are still working on the housing angle.
And his people? The faculty and fellow-students of George Mason University, home of the Patriots, green and gold. He has acquired a school sweater, beginning the adoption of his new identity, his new people. His people shall be my people.
No, I'm not going to be an economics groupie, haunting Enterprise Hall with a basket of homemade cookies, hoping to be accepted by the supply-and-demand crowd. But the shared identity David and I have forged over decades of marriage and children will make me at least an incidental Patriot. Maybe I'll get a mug for my desk.
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