In 2011, I stood with over 2,000 fellow Durham residents as we symbolically married our city. I officiated the ceremony at the corner of Geer and Foster Streets—an intersection that once represented Durham’s struggles but had become a symbol of its revitalization. We took vows to support local artists, protect our environment, celebrate diversity, and uplift each other. Fourteen years later, Durham has changed. The skyline is filled with new developments, incomes have risen, and the population has grown rapidly. Some fear we’re losing the very soul we once pledged to love. This column is my reflection on that day, our shared commitment, and a call to renew our vows to the city we still cherish—even if it means we need a little marriage counseling.