There was of course (isn't there always?) drama. My computer crashed, losing a year's worth of personal photos and wedding inspiration, a run-in with a couple of sketchy craigslist buyers, a new tenant moving in while I was still there, money lost, and a handful of other things I won't go into at the moment but ultimately I was able to pack up my life in less than a dozen boxes and ship them down.
It wasn't all terrible of course. It was mostly bittersweet. The city I was so unsure about in the beginning had become my home in the end. I will forever be grateful for all the friendships made and time spent there. There truly is no place in the world like New York City.
After I got home to FL I had less than a week to recover before wedding madness kicked in. You see, up until this point --2 months out--I had met only one vendor in person. Everyone else I had booked unseen. That's the problem when you don't live in the state where your wedding is, and you can't afford roundtrip airline tickets once a month(....at least not when you're constantly looking for cheap airfare on international tickets to visit your fiance....but thats neither here nor there...)
Anywho, moving on, aside from meeting all of my vendors, I still hadn't received/ sent out my invitations, all my little DIY projects I had been planning weren't even started until I moved back home. Those included centerpieces, reception decor, ceremony decor, bridesmaids gifts, gifts for everyone who contributed to the wedding, helping my mom and sister plan my shower (more on that later), a million little things that you never think about that sneak up on you, etc. Thrown into the wedding mix was working out with a close family friend who just happens to be personal trainer 2x a week with my mom (oh yea, my mom and I rocked it out in spandex. You know you're jealous!), unpacking the above aforementioned NY boxes, trying to repack for my upcoming move to Dublin, shop for things that I might not be able to find/afford in Europe (oh come on, like you wouldn't use the excuse of moving to Europe to go shopping!), run-ins with a crazy drugged up Janice Dickinson look alike relative, threating emails from a former friend not invited to the wedding, etc.
Wow, that was probably WAY more than you ever wanted to know, but there you ago. Jet lag is killing me at the moment so thats the best you're going to get for now.
Up next...the story of the dress that was never told, invitations get sent, bachelorette partie(s), a kick ass bridal shower and more!
