6 Months, and I Forgot.

Hub and I have been married six months today! Don't worry, that's not what I forgot.  These past six months have flown by, and I've enjoyed every  minute.  Except those minutes I was really, really sick after our honeymoon. Since it's been six whole months and my mouth has been shut about it, I think it's time to talk about my wedding.  Right after our wedding, we went on a cruise for a week, drove to Atlanta, then to Arkansas, packed all our stuff, some sickness was trying to kill me, moved to Louisville, and good gracious I was too exhausted to talk!  Believe it or not, my friends, that last sentence is no exaggeration.  It was a whirlwind, maybe 25 whirlwinds.  I can't be certain.  After we got settled I wanted to write about our wedding, but I didn't know what to say.  Things like, "IT WAS SO COOL!!!" "It was the most funnest ever!" "Hub and I were married in a fairytale setting.." etc, etc.  just didn't seem right.  I needed time to process.  I think I've had plenty, so here we go.  If you'd like to read about how it all got started, click here for our engagement story.  (If that' link isn't working for you, I'm sorry. I don't know why.  If you're still curious, check out October 2009. The Ouachita Trial. )



On another note, I forgot to post Sunday Snippets yesterday because I'm a failure at life.  Actually, that's not true. :) I forgot to post Sunday Snippets yesterday because this apartment has turned into Project City.  When you figure out all the different projects I spent my weekend on, you'll forgive.  Mostly I'm just talking to my dad.  He hounds about these things.  Anyway, more on Project City later.

Stop by tomorrow for some Bridal Party Appreciation. :)

Moving is for the Birds.

I am not a mover.

My first recollection of moving? College.

My parents built the house I grew up in when I was three years old, so I wasn't really involved in the whole pack-it-up-and-move situation. Moving forty-five minutes away to begin my college career was my first moving experience, but moving to college for the first time is different than moving-moving.

When I moved to college, most of my things were still in their bright and pretty packages. I bought or received things I needed (or just wanted), put them in the formal living room just as they were, and when it was time to move, everything was ready to go. My clothes went on a hanging bar in the back of my mom's Yukon. I had luggage for toiletries and other things. It was no big deal (except for the whole "I CANNOT BELIEVE I AM MOVING TO COLLEGE" part).

The second and third years were harder, but not too bad. After all, home was only forty-five minutes away. I could run home and pick something up anytime I needed to. These moves didn't require real packing, just creative situating within rubbermaid boxes, suitcases, and the backseat of my car. When no foam wrap is required, it's not a real move.

This time? We're eightish hours away from (old) home Arkansas, and this isn't a college dorm room. It's our house (apartment). We need our stuff. And, boy, let me tell you. We have discovered that we have a lot of stuff. So far, we've thrown away about a bajillion pieces of foam wrap and around two million cardboard boxes, but we've got our stuff.

All of our precious stuff is in the apartment, most of it is in the general area in which it will stay, and a little of it is right where it needs to be.

Our goal is to finish putting everything together and get completely settled by the time my school starts. Monday, August 23rd. As the day we need to really be able to live here approaches, I am a little nervous, but still confident, that we can get it done.

I think it's safe to say we won't be moving for a while. Moving doesn't suit Hub's personality much either. So, I'll say it:

WE DEFINITELY WON'T BE MOVING FOR A WHILE. (make that a LONG while).

Back to Blogging.

I took a blogging break so that I could live a little.

My agenda?

-Go to Florida.

-Get married.

-Go on a cruise.

-Go to Atlanta.

-Go to Arkansas.

-Pack to move.

-Move to Louisville.

-Unpack.

-I think you get the drift....

So, now that all the traveling and craziness has settled down (has it?), I'm back to blogging again. I'm glad to be back. It's a routine, and right now, Hub and I are both craving some routine. We moved one week ago tomorrow, and our days have consisted of Target runs, unpacking boxes, trips to the dumpster, arranging furniture, Kroger runs, etc, etc. There is no real method to the madness, but things are starting to come together.

I promise to blog about the wedding and cruise and fun festivities, and I promise to blog about moving and post pictures of our cute new place at the Crescent. (Eventually).

It's good to be back. :)

The Nerve of It

When you and your fiance were born and raised in the same southern town boasting a population of 7,811 and the nuptials are fast approaching, a favorite question of those you love (and some you don't) is, "Well, are you getting nervous yet?"

And you don't know how to answer; I don't anyway. My automatic response is almost an involuntarily choked out, "Nope; not yet. I'm sure it'll come soon" (referring to the nervousness of course).

But, what I really want to say is, "Nervous about what? Do you mean am I nervous about moving to a city I've seen only once? Perhaps you want to know if I'm nervous about starting graduate school for a program I've only been interested in for a short period of time? Would you like to know if I'm nervous about how oil might or might not be on the beach and how I am definitely not self-centered enough to downplay the serious tragedy just to complain about how the beach might be dirty the day of my wedding? Or, oh, were you just talking about getting married?"

It's not that I don't recognize how serious of a commitment Hub and I are making; I just believe in us. I know we're young, and maybe we are too young. But, is there really the perfect age? I mean, when a person hits 24 (or some other possibly magic age) is he or she automatically ready to commit to a happy and successful and loving marriage? I don't think so, my friends.

I understand, although certainly not fully, that marriage is difficult and something to work at, but I do not and I will not fear it. I have a peace about marrying Hub. I know it's what is right.

For a while, I was asked so frequently about my level of nervousness that I actually became nervous about not being nervous. Maybe something was wrong with me; maybe I was supposed to be nervous? (You know I do have a complex about things I am supposed to do). I soon tired of worrying over my lack of nervousness about getting married, which led me to dream up this precious gem of a post. I decided that if I am the first and last bride on this earth to be totally convinced that she is doing the right thing by getting married, then so be it.

The Big Move

Finally, after much debate, prayer, and discussion, Hub and I have decided that after our wedding, we will be moving to Louisville, Kentucky.

I think neither one of us is sure how to feel about moving away from the Arkansas, but when we put the uncertainty aside, we are super-duper excited.

It'll be an adventure; that's for sure.