Mar 28, 2006 21:10
Wedding update: (because I know you're all so excited to hear me whinge about it again...)
Well, Tim and I are still getting married on May 6, which is a good start. There have been some undesired occurrances, such as Tim's dad deciding to wear a suspicious-sounding green suit on the day. Tim's dad also altered shirt measurements we gave him to give to the tailor in Thailand who is making silk shirts for Tim's attendents, because Tim's dad thought the measurements the individuals had filled out about themselves looked "unproportional". Oh, and then there's the lady in church who is angry at me for not inviting her to the reception (the ceremony is open to all). I've also gained a bridesmaid, which is working out very well. What I cannot gain is any amount of flabbiness because my wedding dress *just* fits right now. Well, it did 3 weeks ago anyway. I've been doing lots of situps and trying to cut out more sweets, so we'll see what happens when I try the dress on again in a couple weeks for the seamstress who's fixing the dress's train.
I think the fact that I'm moving to England really hasn't hit me yet. I'm far too focused on making sure this wedding gets pulled off without anyone going to the emergency room. The prospect of leaving my job conjures bittersweet feelings that go back and forth between loving the interesting stories that come along and the fabulous staff I work with, and hating going to municipal meetings and dealing with people who are just rude. Wondering what my next job will be is something that can keep me awake at night if I let it, because I really don't know what I want to do. A good part of me wants to go back to school, probably because I feel so inadequate to hang around in the working world's waiting room once again. There are so many older, more experienced, more confident people who would be miles ahead of me in getting job interviews, but then, there has to be something for a girl with a master's degree and a drive to do well....I hope.
I can't apply for anything until I get to England, and I know this is where I just need to trust that Someone's got it all sorted out for me. Knowing that I'm setting myself up for a blind leap of faith across the ocean scares me for the things that I don't know about where the leap will end up.