I am married now

Loving marriage and life with someone else.  Can't imagine dating anymore

Wedding

I'm getting married in 4 days, 0 hrs and 53 minutes. Nope I can't say I have cold feet, but I can feel my life changing. It isn't so much the switch from single to married. It's all the other changes around me. While most brides are fussing about what the wedding will be about, it's the post wedding changes that make me most apprehensive.
Nate and I are moving out... out of SF and out of his family home (which I've gotten used to and love) to suburbia. We will truly be on our own. We've met our new neighbors already and they're wonderful, but it's a different realm. They'll know us as "us" and not mooncake and nate.
I just had a thought today about how much I'll miss my parents and being at home and vegging and not be responsible for so many things like a mortgage and such. Even though I've had a mortgage before this and even though I've had to do my own laundry and clean my dishes, I can't abandon all of that and go home and hide out. I suppose previously I felt I could just ditch the job, ditch the apartment, ditch responsibility and go home and suffer no real consequences that really mattered to me. This is no longer an option.
I guess my point is that the realilty of permanance here in the bay area has finally hit me. Of course, one can't predict the future, but even in my 8-9 years here, I've never felt that this was permanently home. Now it is.
I almost want to tell my parents that I'm sorry for choosing to live so far away from them. I really am. I've always missed them, but never this way. I'm sure people cry weddings for all sorts of reasons, but this is what I'll be shedding a tear over.

2x infinity is still infinity

It is a little under 2 months to the wedding but for the last month, the wedding has taken a back seat. Since March and April, Nate and I have embarked on the other two most stressful events in life, namely changing jobs and moving.

Nate got a new job about 30 miles from where we live now. Great job and I'm glad he's fulfilling his dream. The result of that however is that we decided to buy a house and move closer to where he works. As you may recall, I went house hunting last summer with my girlfriend and bought a place with her. This year, exactly a year later, I'm house hunting with Nate and consequently selling my old place.

Talk about stress.

Over the weekend, we found a place we both like... albeit small. It was affordable and in a neighborhood we love. Every other house on the street is way over our price range. Our house though, is an ugly duckling, but we think it has inherent beauty. Unfortunately, no one else sees it that way except for us. This weekend was filled with angst as we heard "after the fact" objections to the house.

Talk about more stress...

Ironically, the wedding has provided lots of solace. It's way way less stressful than looking for a house. I made Nate go shopping for his suit on Saturday. We had a lot of fun. I thought he was absolutely handsome and gorgeous. Next Saturday, we are going shopping for dresses for the flower girls. I'm excited about that too! It's a lot easier than shopping for a house.

People keep asking us why we want to put ourselves through all this stress. I mean, we could put some of this off until after the wedding. Nate had a great way of putting it. He said, "we're already infinitely stressed. 2 * infinity is still inifinity... so why not"

I liked that explanation. But I reserve the right to get massage therapy in case the crap hits the fan.

Totally Inappropriate

This weekend, when surfing through a bunch of wedding websites, I sneaked a peak at the registries.  Nothing wrong with that except I typed in "Eddie LastNameUnmentionable".  I dated Eddie three years ago and was told that I wasn't marriage material and that he wanted to be married within the next two years or so.

So I sneaked a look and could not find his name in the gift registries. 

Hah!

Take that!


I am really maturing in my old age.

What to do when you have raw sewage spilling out into your garage?

Here is the first challenge as a new homeowner:
What to do when you have raw sewage spilling out into your garage?
a) pour bleach over all the disgusting sludge and sewage that's come out of the pipes
b) call 4 plumbers cos no one can find the blockage
c) call the insurance company only to be dicked around and told there's nothing wrong with your sewer
d) take minimal showers, don't wash dishes, don't do laundry for 4 days
e) all of the above


If you answered (e) you have won the grand prize!!!

BTW, I'd just like to saythat people are better off uninsured cos insurance covers nothing and all you do is pay through your nose, wait around for them to send their people and then get told that they don't think there's anything wrong with your home even though there's still sewage coming out the pipes.  If you have no insurance, at least you know you gotta do it yourself... instead of clinging onto empty promises. Steve Poizner is going to get a really nasty letter from me... and so is the insurance company.

Wedding Planning

Everyone keeps asking me how that is going.  Rather ok other than the fact that the wedding coordinator at the church is a scatterbrain. I should be worried about the guestlist and who's coming and our budget, but right now the only thing on my mind is getting rid of my armpit fat.  I know it's very superficial... but that's all I care about right now.  No armpit fat for the wedding. Apparently I have to get to the gym and do a whole bunch of dumbbell manouvres.  Not my cup of tea.  There must be some yoga position for this.  Or I may just have to up the cardio to burn it off.  The trouble with that is you can't tell the body where to burn fat off of.  There must be a pill for this.

Testing new technology

apparently I can blog now via email.   let's see if this works

More major than major

Today,I am craving Nasi Lemak, a Singaporean dish that I love. I can't really translate what Nasi Lemak is except to describe that it's coconut rice with fried fish and ikan bilis (tiny mackeral) and agenerous serving of sweekt belachan (hot sauce). Even though SF has so much to offer in terms of asian cuisine, it still can't compare to what we have in Singapore.

I miss Singapore. I don't think I've felt more homesick in the last 8 years. And I'm feeling homesick because I've made a huge decision over the last two weeks to live here forever. Nate and I are getting married.

The first thing my mom said when I told her the news was, "you're never coming home". And while it's true a girl must leave her family to be married, I just never thought it would be such a sad experience. My parents are happy and sad at the same time. At first I thought it ridiculous. But as the days pass, I seem to have taken on their mixed reaction.

My mom keeps reminding me, that I'm no longer a girl but a woman. Just exactly what that means I don't know. But it makes me feel like I can no longer cuddle up with mommy or have her cut my toenails. Ok, maybe she shouldn't be cutting my toenails, but that's always been mommy territory and mommy time. Why I can't still be her little girl and a married woman I don't know. All I know is that I'm feeling rather homesick and rather sad that this cannot be.