The house

victorian house built in 1884. entire second floor. claw foot bathtub. balcony. huzzah! purrrrrrfection.

not that i am counting or anything (12 days! yussss!) but the. wedding. day. is fast approaching. i am excited to:

start buying milk and cereal

not have to say goodnight and go to a separate house

have my own kitchen

have a cupboard full of spices

decorate

walk around barefoot and not be grossed out by the kitchen floor

it also doesn't hurt that:

i get to spend eternity with my bestest friend

i think we are both nervous. i think that's normal. i was always told that it was good to be nervous for my races because it meant that i cared about them. i think this is like that. i care about this man and i care about making him the happiest one there is.

while showing some friends the house on saturday, wools said to me, "you guys are married now, i can feel it. your maturity level has increased since you moved in."

i don't know about that, but i think it has definitely made me start putting a lot more things into perspective.