Before I start this, can I just say how much I love how you post things here? You go to the mailbox outside your house, put the letter you want to send in it, then lift up the little flag on the side that says you have something to send (I always wondered what that was for!). Then when the postman delivers your post, he also picks up your outgoing post. Genius. Why don't we do that in England?
But anyway, back to topic. Me and Jason are finally married!!
We had an absolutely amazing day. From putting facepacks on and watching Hairspray with my bridesmaids to our first kiss, all the way to watching two of my closest friends, Ed and Gareth, educate the Americans on the Peter Kay dance for 'Is This the Way to Amarillo?', it was as close to perfect as we could have hoped for. The sun shone at just the right moment and, apparently, there were dolphins swimming in the bay as we said our vows. If that isn't a sign I don't know what is :)
Yes, in true bridezilla fashion, I did have a couple of tizzes (our sound system for the reception was a bit rubbish and after a couple of - ok, a few - strong gins I decided noone was enjoying themselves!) but that's not what I will remember - I will remember all my friends, from both sides of the pond, coming together, getting along and having an amazing time with me and my lovely new husband. I hope my rubbish memory works for me this time and I keep those memories always.
The day after the wedding, me and Jason sat on our balcony at the wedding hotel, overlooking Clearwater Bay, drank bucks fizz and read our guestbook. Everyone at our wedding got a guestbook page with places to draw pictures and random questions about us and the wedding. Reading the whole thing was a blast - some bits made us cry and some bits just made us laugh our asses off. It's amazing.
After we checked our we headed back to Orlando for our honeymoon with a twist. We were staying at a Disney resort - so we didn't exactly stray far from home - and more than that, we still had 14 Brits in town (plus me!), so our honeymoon was going to get a little crowded...
We did achieve something pretty impressive, with the help of 3 very lovely cast member friends. Each Disney cast member gets a 'main entrance pass', more commonly known as a maingate, which allows them to let 3 friends into the parks for free so many time a year. So with a monumental logistic effort, Jason and our friends got myself plus my 14 British friends into the parks gratis for a day. And we had an amazing, if exhausting time!
Anyone who has ever gone to Disney World knows how tiring doing a full day in the parks is - and we did 3 parks in one day. It is possible to do all 4 in a day, but not with 15 people, and definitely not when you finish up at a German bierhalle for dinner drinking one-litre steins. We did awesome, and had an amazing day.
Everyone has gone home now. For once, the horrendous British winter actually worked in my favour in the travel domain, allowing me a few extra hours with my mum and my closest friends while the gate jetties froze at Gatwick.
Saying goodbye to everyone, in particular my mum and my best friend Nic, for the second time in 2 months, was very tough. But now I have to accept that I will see them a lot less than I used to. That is very difficult too. But I have to work with the magic of modern technology to keep in touch and, much like when me and Jason were apart, look forward to the next trip or visit!
And I don't mean to sound like I have it rough, because I don't. I married a man who understands how I feel about all of the above and instead of rolling his eyes when I get upset, just gives me a big cuddle. I worry that now I'm married I somehow have to act more mature and be a different person, but given Jason said that if I suddenly became more mature he'd divorce me on the spot (what a guy!!), I feel a bit more comfortable about just being myself. 'That's what she said' jokes and all.
It's going to be a difficult ride - marriage is, and with an emigration involved, doubly so. But what can I say? I like a challenge :)


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