I thought Santa Fe was beautiful. Rand had been wanting to visit for years, had built it up in his mind so much that he had already asked me if I wanted to move there before we’d even set foot on the ground. He’d idealized so much that reality had trouble living up to what he’d imagined. This is something that Rand does often – he’s so convinced he’ll fall madly in love with a place that he’s always a little disappointed, even if it’s wonderful. In the early years of our relationship, I wondered if I’d suffer the same fate, because he’d built me up in his head and I was, at that messy time in my life, even more awful than I am now. But he accepted the ugly reality and loved me just the same.
In the end, he loved Santa Fe as well. But