as i hit the six week mark to the wedding, i feel the butterflies doing their formations in my stomach every now and then. im not sure exactly what it is. nervous anticipation of a new life? the fact that my sister is mentally redecorating my room at this very minute? that i will be living in someone elses house for the rest of my life?
i think till now the whole process of getting married had been one of lighthearted introspection and a removed acceptance. sort of an underwater realization that it is me getting married this time. but as the days start ticking by faster (as they do towards the end) i am beginning to feel my insides dance in a variety of moods. part of me wants to put my head under the blanket in clinginess to the life i have right now. but another, more insistent part of me cant wait to start life with k who deals with my mad ramblings and incessant plans with good natured humour.
and as the weeks literally melt into july, i am slowly packing up the old,
ready to move into the dreams i have chosen for myself.