|the night we got engaged - before dinner.|
Then I went back to London, and continued to stress, long-distance style. I bothered my roommates and coworkers, and spent hours scouring the Kn*t for potential venues, caterers, etc. I freaked out about Life in General - I needed to move home, and my parents needed me to remember that unemployed was bad. My last job required me to give 3 months notice - this meant I was quitting my job with no next job lined up. The building industry was hit hard by the recession, and even now has not recovered - finding a new job was going to be tough. After nights of crying and fighting with my parents, I still quit my job in London (which meant I still had to work there for another 3 months...).
In wedding planning desperation, I began to branch out from the Kn*t, and all of a sudden things started to work better...I found the venue I had been searching for, and my parents and best friend were able to go out and have a look at it, and booked it the same day. Then I stumbled across our wedding photographer, and through her...A Practical Wedding. Which literally changed my life. I still talked everyone's ear off, but I was calmer, and the despair was gone. I lost the frantic edge. A lovely lady in Philly offered to lend me her wedding chair covers to hid my venue's hideous pepto pink chairs. And then, the best thing: a woman I did not know gave my her wedding dress. I cannot express how grateful I am to the community of women at APW in general, to the ladies I have now met specifically - but I will try, when I write a wedding grad post :)
|ah coffee and pastries - how I miss our little boulangerie on Sunday mornings. Panera is good, but not the same.|
In June I took a trip with my roommates, a cruise to Greece and Turkey. While we didn't know we were going to be the only unmarried 20-somethings on the boat, it was still an awesome time, and the best way I can think of to have ended a life-changing 20 months with those two.
When I got back to the US, it felt very surreal for a little while. I had to adjust to saying "rubbish" less, and ordering my latte skim and not skinny, and to-go rather than take-away. I had to remember that driving a car is different than driving using the Wii wheel in Mario Kart, and I missed my British TV shows. I was back to living at home, except awkwardly living at home with the hubs-elect, except also sometimes living at his house. I adjusted to my new job, and my much-more-horrid commute.
I met my friends I lovingly refer to as "the dress ladies," and enjoy very much that I have suddenly opened this door to a group of fabulously intelligent, resourceful, hilarious, and sweet women, who will listen to my wedding ravings and nod sympathetically.
|yay, all our stuff...|
|....and then we made it all pretty! But it's not pretty anymore, we have acquired more stuff since then, and now it doesn't all fit.|
We have learned to cook together in the same 5sqft of counter-space, to figure out how we want to do laundry, to try to encourage each other to work out and be more healthy, and to recognize when we just need to have a lazy evening to recharge our collective battery. I am glad we have had the chance to do this - because with more living space, this could only get easier. Like I might actually be able to leave the room when I don't want to hear the video games, or that he might be able to get some work done while I watch TV, or that we could both use a computer AT THE SAME TIME. ahem.
And fast-forward to now, where we are getting Christmas cards that say, "hope you enjoy your first Christmas together," and I suddenly realize - this is it. Our first Christmas together! I am so very very excited, and I think 2011 can only get better from here.