Thursday, 11 June 2015
We got married!
Almost eleven weeks ago actually. I don't know where the time has gone to be honest but a four night minimoon and a three week honeymoon have probably got something to do with it.
It was an incredible day. Filled with most of our favourite people (damn Australia for taking two of our closest friends away last year), lots of amazing food and a massive amount of love and laughter. It absolutely flew by, predictably, and it feels like it was a lifetime ago now. Married life thus far has been pretty sweet, although not much has changed really. I still haven't changed my name anywhere other than work and my Asos account (priorities) and I don't have a new signature yet. The word "husband" still makes me do a double take and I can't yet say it without feeling like a child playing make believe. But it has been a fantastic 2.5 months and I can't wait to see what the future holds for me and my husband (HA!).
Which leads me on to the next point.
This little blog of mine has reached its end. When I sat down and opened up the Blogger website in October 2008 I was heartbroken. An awful relationship (although I didn't know it was awful at the time) had ended and taken my spirit with it. I was sad all the time. All. The. Time. I started this blog as a way to "get it all out" I guess. A place to write down my thoughts, no matter what they were A place to cry and scream and sob into the internet. That relationship that broke me was rekindled for a short time but then, with devastating predictability, I had my heart broken all over again and it ended, for good this time. I was sad again - more sad than I'd ever been. But then, slowly but surely, life began again and I "found myself", for want of a better phrase. I desperately wish I could think of a better phrase. I lost some weight and found some much needed confidence, sure, but, and much more importantly, I also grew to actually like myself. I found out who my real friends were. I dated. I danced till dawn on more occasions than I can count or remember.
And then I met Ainge. The Soldier. The boy who came along and changed everything.
And life was never the same again.
I haven't written in here properly really for about the last two years. I just.... ran out of things to say. I lost my connection with this blog, with the reason for its existence. I never stopped reading other blogs but I just didn't want to write in mine anymore. There is so much hurt within these pages and it no longer feels like a place that represents me or the life I lead.
But that is not to say I will be disappearing. Oh no. I've had an online "presence" (ugh) in some form or other since the year 2000 so you won't be getting rid of me that easily. There will be a fresh start. A new blog of some sort, somewhere else, soon. I will post the link here as soon as it's live and I hope you'll follow me over there.
Thanks CYH, it's been a blast. Truly.
Photo Credit: Our incredible wedding photographer, Cassandra Lane.
Saturday, 3 January 2015
So, here we are. 2015.
The year I'm going to become a Mrs. The year I'll gain a husband and a new name. The year we'll finally get a dog. Those are not necessarily listed in order of how I excited I am about them. Ahem.
At exactly this time in 12 weeks we'll be saying our vows and tying the knot. Which is rather terrifying, exciting and surreal, to say the least. I cannot wait.
I haven't made many resolutions for the coming year. Mainly I'd like to be happier than I was in 2014, which, by all accounts, was a fairly terrible year. I intend to worry less, laugh more, throw out fewer vegetables which have rotted away to nothing in the depths of our fridge, go to the gym more, sit on the sofa less, be more sociable and wear more lipstick.
I wish you all a very happy new year. Let's do this, 2015.