A Trial Run

Time really does fly by. Wanna know how I know? Because a week from today I’m packing my bags and heading back home. Even though this was all part of the plan, it still sucks in a way that’s hard to explain.

Don’t get me wrong, I love home and everyone and everything that’s there, but leaving Georgia for another two months means that I’m that much closer to not seeing Kenny every day. After spending almost three years in a long distance relationship and only seeing each other one weekend every couple months, spending more than two months with him has been…bliss.
Sure, there were those first couple weeks where we seemed to disagree on every single thing, and I seriously questioned what the heck we were doing moving in before we were married. But then we did something I thought was very smart. We talked about things. Kenny has this way of making me talk even when I don’t want to (I’m a silent treatment type of person). It didn’t help that I moved in during the peak of PMS when every little detail seemed to knock me off my rocker.

Figuring out how to live with a boy is hard. I thought for some reason it would be something like moving in with a roommate or a friend. It’s not. With a friend, I think you tend to let things slide. You may have a huge blowup here or there about dirty dishes or why someone ate your last brownie, but when you’re when a roommate situation you know one person will most likely move out at some point. But whenever Kenny and I have a tiff, I remind myself that even though we aren’t married, we will be soon and it will be for forever, so pushing things under the carpet and letting them slide just won’t work.

In the back of both our minds (and I know this because we’ve talked about it), we were afraid that we wouldn’t actually mesh well when we finally moved in together. When your in an LDR you tend to talk on the phone and online a lot, and things/personalities can get skewed, so even though we had visited and saw each other as often as we could, we really didn’t know how it would work out. I guess nobody really does, though. I will say that I’m incredibly impressed with how comfortable it’s been living with him, and even though I’m sure we’ll have a lot more to work on years to come, I think this itty bitty trial run has been well worth it.

Some of you may be wondering why I’m going back home, so I’ll fill you in on the next few months. I’m flying out on a one-way ticket to New Mexico next Thursday and Kenny is flying out on Friday. (He has to work that Friday and I got a really cheap flight the day before). We’ll enjoy the holidays and celebrate our third anniversary (on New Year’s Eve/Day) together, and then Kenny will fly back to Georgia around January 3rd. That will be the last time I’ll see him till the week of our wedding, about 50 days later. It was just silly of us to spend more money for me to fly back to GA and then go back to NM a few weeks later. I’m telling myself that I’m going to keep myself extremely busy with working out and wedding stuff so that I don’t miss him.

Besides celebrating all of the winter events and seeing our friends and family, we’re also cramming in a whole heck of a lot of wedding tasks during the two weeks Kenny and I are both in town. We’re having not one, but two tastings—bring on the New Mexican food and (cup) cake! Hopefully we’ll mail out our invitations, finalize our rehearsal dinner local, and meet with our day-of coordinator.

After the wedding, Kenny and I are catching a flight that very next Monday to our honeymoon (I’ll write about that soon, I promise!), and then we’ll fly back to Georgia after our love-fest is over. So. With all that said…when I fly home next week I have to take with me all of my winter garb (it’s snowing and cold at home), all of my summer attire (gotta pack for the honeymoon!), and all of the wedding stuff I have here.

Whew! So that’s the most updated plan with my life. Did your life take any crazy turns just before you tied the knot?