So, I’ve been married for over a month.
I am a married woman.
All taken. No longer single. No more minglin’ for me. Game over.
But in all honesty, it’s actually ‘Game On’ – because I think now our nice little life together starts and I can finally bury the thoughts of never finding anyone and dying alone. What a relief.
How’s being married? Nothing short of magical, fun and sometimes a little weird – but in a good way. So far there have only been a few cuts but a lot of bruises (that’s a story for another time) (and no, the bruises did NOT happen because we were doing dirty things)
We experienced what I like to call the Wedding Season.
Episode One: The Nikah.
Episode Two: My Husband Leaves Me, But It’s Okay Because My Friends Arrived
Episode Three: The First Reception
Episode Four: My Husband Moves In
Episode Five: The Second Reception
Episode Six: The Honeymoon
In reality, we actually had almost a whole month of festivities. I realized that I really enjoyed all the attention – I mean after the fifth person says “you are the MOST beautiful bride ever”, you sort of buy into it y’know. But I was rudely brought back to reality when I tripped over my high heels on the night of The Second Reception. Beautiful Brides know how to walk gracefully.
Now that the Wedding Season is over, it’s all about livin’ Life. Normal, boring, non-bridal Life. Non-bridal Life is filled with doing laundry, making wantans, looking for a high-flying career and watching Amy Schumer videos – I have just summed up my entire week with four activities.
I am itching to find a job and have applied to almost 20 jobs this week alone. I miss feeling productive and I miss hanging out with friends (my thought process: find a job, there will be people there, ergo I will have friends. Highly logical, because cutthroat career people want to make friends in the boardroom).
So this morning I sent my brother and husband off to the LRT station for their commute to work. And then after two hours of doing random things, I had a nap.
A 10:30 a.m. nap …. I will seriously miss my 10:30 a.m. naps when someone eventually hires me.