I am a longtime follower of Jen at Conversion Diary (The Blog Formerly Known As Et Tu?) and I've been mentally batting around this post since she first posted it.
There have been several times during my courtship with the Cobbler that I've wished we lived a couple hundred years ago, when people hardly ever married outside their little, local community. I am very thankful, of course, that we live in the same state at least, and I can drive to see him; but at the same time I. Hate. Highway. Driving. I'd much rather hop on my horse--hey, while we're dreaming I can have a horse--and trot over to his place, which in this scenario is just down the road a piece.