One Day More…

Well I’m alive, and struggling with feelings of guilt like I have never known (except for maybe the time I got my neighbor friend’s bike stolen when I was nine years old).

I got married 10 days ago, and between catching flights, and not having internet access for the past week and a half, have been too busy to post anything since. I had a wedding reception a week before that, and haven’t posted anything from there, either.

But…I did write a quasi-post the night before we got married–only I was too exhausted to click the orange “publish post” button. Seriously. So I will go ahead and post that now, but keep in mind it is almost two weeks outdated…

“One day more…

It’s more like 12 hours, actually.

Been a bit too busy to blog lately. Haven’t even written in my journal. How dreadful! I will want to remember this special and exciting time in my life, and here I’ve not even recorded anything– anywhere–for the past two weeks. Good thing we’re having a week-long honeymoon; hopefully I’ll find time to get caught up on the happenings of the past few days. Our posterity (supposing we reproduce, that is) would want to know about it.

I’m getting married tomorrow. What am I doing tonight? Went to Sonic… Worked on our wedding video… Snapped at some of the people I love most… Is that how it’s supposed to go? I’m not sure. I’m just beginning a long life of not being sure I’m doing stuff the right way.”

{Back to real time}

So that was my state of mind the night before I got married. Did I sound a bit lost? Well, I’m not feeling any of that now. Inasmuch as my entire married life to date has been bouncing from hotel room to cruise ship to tropical island, I must say I’m loving the new life. {Ask me in a few days after dealing with packing 21 years of bedroom and lugging it across the 49th parallel, and I might not sound so chipper.} I have lots and lots to catch up on, but I can’t feel right about doing that until I have some decent pictures to post. I am writing this from the lobby of the Comfort Suites in Ft. Lauderdale, so it might be awhile until I can really sink my teeth in and get caught up on the blog.

Until later, then…

About Camille

I'm Camille. I have a butt-chin. I live in Canada. I was born in Arizona. I like Diet Dr. Pepper. Hello. You can find me on Twitter @archiveslives, Facebook at facebook.com/archivesofourlives, instagram at ArchivesLives, and elsewhere.
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