![]() I can’t wait to get orders, then I can’t wait to find a new house, then I can’t wait to pack, arrive, settle, then do it all again. I still find myself rushing through the “now” to get to the “next.” I muddle through the weekdays to get to the weekend. The life I’ve built, the people I’ve surrounded myself with - my husband, our kids, family, friends - I wouldn’t trade them to go back to college and do it all over again. Now, make no mistake, I love my life as is (save for maybe taxes and the morning commute). And, perhaps the worst part: We knew we were crazy for trying to fast forward to “the good part,” but that didn’t stop us. We must have been crazy, right, to rush through such a great phase of life just to rush into the American dream. Just think about the free time and headspace we must have had to spare just trying to fill an afternoon with a hypothetical dream wedding. ![]() No nine-to-five, no expectation to grocery shop, clean the house, make dinner. No real responsibilities outside of school. I don’t remember which one of us started it, but someone asked, “Why do we do this to ourselves?”Īt the time, we were just two free 20-somethings. Through the stall walls, our conversation shifted from flower sprays and engagement ring settings to something a little deeper. We decided to break for a run to the bathroom, sure no one was going to dare tangle with our mountain of publications. Yours truly didn’t even have a prospect at the time.Ī few hours in, we had every wedding binder and magazine pulled off the shelf and in an “organized chaos” type pile. If you’re thinking this sounds like a Hallmark movie - two college besties engaged at the same time and planning their perfect weddings alongside each other - I should share that neither one of us was actually engaged at this point. I was in college at the time, and my college best friend and I decided we’d take ourselves down to the wedding-planning corner of the bookstore to plan our weddings. I flash back to a bathroom stall in the Barnes and Noble in Corpus Christi, Texas - I warned you it was unexpected. ![]() Whenever I have one of those retrospective moments - usually those moments when my kids are being particularly cuddly or sweet and I’m wondering how they flashed from squishy babies to preteens oozing smells and attitude - my mind goes to an unlikely place.
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