It’s been three weeks since the wedding and a week since we actually returned to our own home in Knoxville, and my life — ahem, our life together — seems to finally be in a place where we can say being married no longer feels any different than not being married.
Except that’s not completely true. For one thing, there isn’t this gigantic responsibility of throwing a wedding looming over us, bringing with it crushing anticipation and a mile-long to-do list. In its place is this profound sense of joy and the tone it set for our marriage. That and we have lots of awesome new kitchen gadgets and knickknacks that have been used in the past week. I mean, I never made waffles for myself before being married, but by God, I made myself a waffle for breakfast Sunday morning.
Oh, and my name is different on Facebook. I’m trying to get used to that.
But aside from the lack of wedding-planning stress, the new Facebook name and the addition of homemade waffles, daily life really isn’t that different. I got stressed out by work on Tuesday. We had dinner with friends on Thursday. We went to the Farmers Market on Saturday. I paid bills on Sunday. We disagreed about what colors to paint the walls on Monday.
I’m not going to lie, it sucked to leave the excitement of the wedding and honeymoon and the comfort of spending time with my family in Memphis behind — I cried big, fat ugly tears for the first 30 minutes of the drive back to Knoxville. But the chaos of the previous three weeks was no doubt unsustainable. After three weeks of pampering and celebration, stress and excitement, adventure and relaxation and a combined 46 hours of travel by air and land, what we really needed was our old routine back, and that’s exactly what we’ve had this past week. It’s been lovely.
I promise I’ve got a post in me about the wedding/reception and another about the honeymoon, and once I sort through my thoughts and photos of both and decide how I can write and share photos without completely blowing my ever-shrinking cover of anonymity, I will actually write them.
I totally know what you mean. While a whole lot of fun, getting married was…well, anticlimactic.
Did you read The Conscious Bride before you got married? I thought a lot of it was hokey, but it really prepared me for the post-nuptial depression. I was so glad to see the wedding stress go, but at the same time, that weekend was a total love fest and it was hard to leave that behind.
Aww welcome back to the routine! Sometimes, it’s just comforting to settle back in to a new normal. I can’t wait to hear about the honeymoon!
i still talk about that goober peanubutter pie. almost daily.