Wuv, twue wuv…

One of these days, I will wake up, and it will all have been a dream, from the morning one month ago when I boarded a plane to Guam to the day I stepped into a fluffy white dress and walked down a grassy tropical aisle.

I’m still trying to digest the idea that I live here, that the palm trees and bamboo forests I see outside the windows of my home are real, and that there’s often a man laying beside me in bed.

These things take time.

Lessons learned: 

  1. Creepy stalker geckos will move into your kitchen cabinets and refuse to leave
  2. 79 degrees Fahrenheit constitutes a cold front
  3. You will sunburn
  4. The ocean is big. And beautiful. And terrifying.
  5. You’re not as good a cook as you thought you were
  6. Marriage is an adventure-ful way to aim ad astra — toward the stars.

It’s weird and kind of humbling not to (a.) be enrolled in school or (b.) have a job. I’ve never, ever felt like I was born to be a homemaker–at least not my conception of what a homemaker is. That conception is changing on me, though, as fast as the Guam weather.

I’ll be the new kind of cool housewife who scuba dives, explores places, reads books, and studies Indonesian in her spare time.

Or… something.

4 comments

  1. At least it wasn’t a puffy blue dress with matching embellishments! Although that would have been memorable. All of life is navigation…either past problems, situations, or through a maze of obstacles…just don’t create too many of themthe for yourselves. Met a girl from Guam today. She was on a side job. Sticker in her back window “I Love Guam!” Struck out with..I know someone in Guam!…

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