A Canadian from the mountains, who has lived on four different coastal shores in the past 15 years, has now landed in the English countryside. It is here that I take the accumulation of life to date: a mixture of sex, alcohol, yogic philosophy and fat acceptance activism, and apply the lessons I have learned to my daily life.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Petra Pan
The wedding is in a month. The last thing on my mind is writing. The only reason I am doing so now is because I am procrastinating other wedding related duties. Because we aren’t having a traditional ceremony, we are having a lot of things to ponder that would otherwise be taken care of by a priest, church, mother-in-law. At the end of the day this has become a larger event than we thought it would. In the most beautiful way. Also in the “if my dress doesn’t clear British customs in the next week I am going to vomit” way. There is a lot of transition. I think that is the biggest thing that surprises me. Our lives have become categorized as things to be done before or after the wedding. Topics such as child rearing, career changes, housing and pensions are all on the plate. We both don’t feel like we are old enough to be having these sorts of conversations. I can’t keep my room clean, how am I supposed to deal with a retirement fund?
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Congratulations on your wedding, although it is not entirely unexpected. Best wishes for you both.
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