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So yes, I'm getting married. Did you know?
I have a diamond ring and a tiny little country church waiting for me to walk down the aisle. I'm so young, oh dear I'm so young, and I never thought I'd be married so young. In generalities, the very hugeness scares me a little, but then I think of it in specifics and I have no fears, no doubts, and feel just so certain and so safe and so right.
Are any of you in England next June? Do you want to be? Let me know.
I've been under a lot of pressure lately what with my third and final year of university looming over my head, the desperate need for a new job as my current one is failing me spectacularly, the fact that the other couple in our Norwich house has split up and Ant has now moved into the dining room that I was so looking forward to having and am currently helping to pay for with money that is so hard-earned and in such short supply. The real fears are the future, though, the way we've got to both graduate, find jobs, find a place to live, and have a wedding, all over a two month period. I wouldn't have chosen to do it quite this way, but it may be good, getting so many of life's major stresses over with in one go.
And the thing is underneath it all I'm not really afraid. Other people's fear, older people's fear, influences me but it's important that I don't get too caught in it. I believe with all my heart in the fact of life as an adventure. My stepdad is always saying that you create your own reality, and I do agree with him. Cynicism has never helped anyone and neither, I will agree, has naivete. I believe in a world where you can have your eyes wide open and still find magic around you and I don't think all the pressures in all the world are going to make me think otherwise. So there.
I have a diamond ring and a tiny little country church waiting for me to walk down the aisle. I'm so young, oh dear I'm so young, and I never thought I'd be married so young. In generalities, the very hugeness scares me a little, but then I think of it in specifics and I have no fears, no doubts, and feel just so certain and so safe and so right.
Are any of you in England next June? Do you want to be? Let me know.
I've been under a lot of pressure lately what with my third and final year of university looming over my head, the desperate need for a new job as my current one is failing me spectacularly, the fact that the other couple in our Norwich house has split up and Ant has now moved into the dining room that I was so looking forward to having and am currently helping to pay for with money that is so hard-earned and in such short supply. The real fears are the future, though, the way we've got to both graduate, find jobs, find a place to live, and have a wedding, all over a two month period. I wouldn't have chosen to do it quite this way, but it may be good, getting so many of life's major stresses over with in one go.
And the thing is underneath it all I'm not really afraid. Other people's fear, older people's fear, influences me but it's important that I don't get too caught in it. I believe with all my heart in the fact of life as an adventure. My stepdad is always saying that you create your own reality, and I do agree with him. Cynicism has never helped anyone and neither, I will agree, has naivete. I believe in a world where you can have your eyes wide open and still find magic around you and I don't think all the pressures in all the world are going to make me think otherwise. So there.