It's (mostly) downhill from here

Some of you might have noticed the elephant in the room.  Some of you might have been blind, forgot, or didn't know.

Please raise your hand if you knew I was moving to the Netherlands in the first two weeks of April?

Well, I may have forgotten a little.

The funny/sad/depressing thing is that I've actually had a list of the stuff I need to get done for a long time.  I've even done a fair amount of the stuff on it.  But suddenly, hopping the pond is right around the corner.  It's there.  It's here.  It's almost now.  It's like running into an awkward acquaintance on the street.  You fiddle your feet, trying to avoid eye contact and hoping they don't strike up a convo.  And then they do.  And you wonder what you did wrong.  Audience, let's face it--I'm sweating bullets.

I'll try and get to the point--the sharp, deadly wedding edge.  What I find myself thinking a lot is simply 'WHO DOES THAT'?  Who plans an international move smack-dab in the middle of their wedding planning?  Sure, it wasn't our choice, but dear God in Heaven, this blows.  I'm trying to find a band while at the same time researching info to get my cat overseas in one piece.  Trying to find homes for my plants while making gifts for my loverly bridesmaids (and no, you can't know what they are).  The cherry on the sundae might just be that I haven't seen Dennis in... ungh, it's only been two weeks and feels like a million years.

I guess, the positive side--WHAT I SHOULD BE FOCUSING ON--is that after the move, things should be coming up roses.  Mostly.  I mean, I hope so.  I'm applying for a sweet-ass job at Yelp that I have high hopes could pan out. (not to mention, it's pretty much a dream job)  I'll be moving into a house.  A bonafide roof-with-four-walls creation.  With my husband.  Holy crap, shut up.  Ideally, the weather in Holland will be warmer than here, if not somewhat soggier... but hell, at this point, I'll take it!  And I get to see Dennis in 26 days (and no, I'm not counting...).

I feel a little guilty about spewing real-life drama over my wedding blog (twice now), but I guess for me, it really is a caveat in the whole wedding-planning shebang.  The part where you remember that your wedding is just one day in your life, and your life is, well, every day of your life.  And the reason your wedding is special is because it's a celebration.  A celebration of the first day of the rest of your life that you are choosing to build with the person you love.  What part of this whiny-loud-violin-story isn't important in the saga of my wedding?  Or another readers?  Because this is a reminder, ya'll (ooh, yeah, I went there): it's not (always) about your wedding.  It's about your marriage.  And your new shared life.  And what you're doing with it.

I just gotta breathe, baby.  And it'll be fine.

Love you, babe.

-LMC