I know this week I should be publishing a book review, but as I announced last week there would be no blog post, I also mentioned I had a special edition two part series planned I wanted to share. That said, as the executive powers that be lie with, well...me, I have elected no book review shall be shared this week. Instead, I am going to share the story of how it all happened, of how my husband and I "met". (I say "met" because we were already friends for three years before we started ...
married life
Find the Good
There's a lot they don't tell you in preparation for marriage. They always warn you about how terrible it can be, living with another human, getting use to the idea of having someone else's dirty laundry covering the floor or rearranging the way you insert dishes in the dishwasher. The sights and smells you'll experience when you start living with a man. They never tell you how good it can be. They never tell you how he'll bring you coffee first thing in the morning, letting you sleep ...
Won’t Look Back
I’ve been so excited to move into our new place, I never stopped to think about what I’d be leaving behind. This week it hit me I’d be leaving the apartment which was my most favourite place to lived since being on my own. I’ve made so many memories here. It seems a shame to leave them all behind. I know they’ll go with me, but there’s this part of me which wonders if I’ll leave a part of myself within these walls when I go, and if so, how will I get her back? Perhaps that’s my problem ...
At Last
We did it. We got married. I still can't believe it. It's strange returning to the real world after such bliss, especially when our bliss lingers. I find myself simultaneously easing back into my familiar routine, picking up where I left off, yet also finding these new surprises and changes along the way. Sure, I admit sometimes they're frustrating, but either I'm still too drugged on these newlywed endorphins for them to last or the truth is something much more simple: being married is ...
