Yesterday marked the official four-month mark of the countdown to the wedding. While I’m beyond excited to rally our 250 closest family and friends for a weekend of celebrating our future life together, I must admit that for me, the four-month mark is really a milestone on the countdown to living together.
At this point, I’m just so ready to be married. We’ve spent the last 14 months planning our life together–down to the bedspread we see in our future bedroom and the silverware from which we’ll eat our oatmeal–and I’m ready to put it into play.
Currently, I’m living at my parents’ house while B lives in a small one-bedroom about 10 minutes away. The situation is not bad, by any means. It makes sense financially, I have a great relationship with my parents, and we survived three years of living 3.5 hours apart, so 10 minutes is nothin’.
But now, we’re at that point where we’re ready to be married; we feel married. But eating dinner at my parents’ table and watching TV in their living room doesn’t.