So week two. . . I guess reality is starting to set in that I have really done this. I have moved across the country. Well so far this week I have learned that people who do not work and just sit around have more patience than I could ever even pray for. In fact, I would not even pray for that. Now, I am not talking about stay at home mothers or people who work from home. If I had my sewing machine, my dress form, and a small table to work on, I would be set right now. I plan to get creative this week and make some jewelry pieces in between visiting the city and applying for jobs. I miss my creative time right now.
As expected, getting engaged has my mother all fired up. This is what I know: Before Juan asked me, he spoke to my mother and made plans. The plans as I know then were for us to get married (like ASAP) here in New York in the presence of our parents. Then we could celebrate with everyone else at a later date. Once I started telling people about the engagement (or more accurately my mother started telling people before I even knew about it) my family decided they wanted to be here for the event. Then when I told my girlfriends, they were all thinking the same thing—if we can afford it we want to be there. So now, this small exchanging of vows has turned into a full blown wedding or something.
Last night, my mother called to ask if I would be opposed to them flying Juan and I out to California and us getting married in the back yard. Apparently, if the family pitches in, it is cheaper to throw us a wedding than to fly to NY and get a hotel and blah, blah, blah. While I would love that idea, Juan and my mom were the ones who worked out this plan in the first place. I told her to call Juan and leave me out of it.
Honestly, I would love to be able to get married in California with all my family and friends with us but I really just want to be Mrs. Juan R. It is what I have wanted since I was 15 years old. It’s silly but in my heart I have been committed to him for so long I just want to make it official.
We will see.
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