Isaiah and I got engaged when I was a junior in college.
We had a flobbity jillion reasons to put wedding plans on hold immediately and wait for a couple of years: health insurance, waiting for careers, etc.
One of the reasons we tried to pretend was real was time. At the time, in college, I thought I was the busiest I could ever get. It’s ridiculous now that I look back and I realize how much free time I had. The reality? Everything has gotten exponentially complicated.
I can’t seem to get any of the details together in reality. We haven’t sent out Sa-the-Das yet. I haven’t ordered a dress yet. We’re ridiculously behind. I keep planning times to plan and they’re not working out.
I love my job. I think about my job and how I can do it better most nights and weekends. Isaiah and I also do anywhere between 10 and 30 hours of contract work per week and I have to sleep, prepare food, take care of animals, enjoy time with Isaiah, etc.
How in holy hell do you plan a wedding and work and have animals and freelance? What the EFF.