So many endings, so many beginnings.

I can't even begin to explain the emotions that I am feeling. I'm officially no longer living with my parents. It's kind of scary. I suppose every older teenager looks forward to this day, as I have, and now that it's here, I don't know how to feel about it.

I'm kind of a quitter. There are a lot of things I started, but I quit because I got too scared. There were three or four times when I started looking for jobs and/or apartments around the area I'm living in now, but I chickened out. This time, I wasn't scared. I finally felt like it was the right time to move. (kinda don't really have a choice at this point, but I still had peace about moving/marriage/all that jazz)

So, consider this a toast to all the lasts:
The last day at my first job;
my last day at augusta walmart;
my last day living with my parents;
etc.

And a toast to all the firsts and firsts to come:
the first time I'm living on my own;
The first time I'm responsible for my own bills;
The first time I'm living less than 95 miles from Matt;
And soon enough, the first time I will cleave to someone other than my parents.

I graduated high school, and didn't feel any older.
I started college and working non-stop, and didn't feel any older.
I turned 18, and was immediately responsible by law for any actions I were to take, felt the same.
I got a college degree, and still felt the same.
But the day I got engaged, I felt like I was becoming an adult.
And that's what I am. It's a weird feeling, with emotions I can't begin to explain.

Forget the pictures

So,

an update post, with a lack of pictures.

I have had three, yes three bridal showers.

One with the bridal party, one in New Jersey with my Jersey family, and a Jack and Jill party with some church buddies.

Matt and I have gotten an apartment and have moved most of our stuff in. I move in on Saturday, and Matt joins me after the wedding.

I have transferred my job with Walmart to Sanford, ME. I will be working as an overnight receiver. It's not the best job or the best hours, but my pay rate goes up for working overnight and I can be with Matthew more (and since hes the one with the primary income at this point in time, it works well.)

My dress is completely altered and ready to be worn :)

My new budget for the apartment and that stage of my life is up to date and right where it should be

We have all the furniture for our apartment, less a few odds and ends and dressers.

We have two honeymoons booked: one right after the wedding at the Adventure Suites in Conway NH for two nights. The second will be the first week in February, and we are taking a week long cruise to the Western Caribbean!

And while any day God gives me life is a blessing, circumstances have made life exceptionally exciting these past few weeks, and I am looking forward to what life has in store for Matt and I especially these next few months, but altogether for many years to come!

Printer Woes!

I think I had a dream that I had posted this post, and maybe that's why my posting is behind. Because subconsciously, I had thought I already posted!

Anyway, so after already procrastinating on the invitations, I finally go to print them out, and my printer keeps giving me this bogus "out of paper" error. It's a bogus error because I did have paper in the printer. So I call up customer service, but because my printer is a year and a half old, it's no longer under warranty. (Keep in mind, I hardly use it. Like, under a dozen times I've printed from in in the past year and a half.)

So they give me my options:
Pay a bunch of money to have them diagnose it, additional fees apply if I have it sent in to be repaired.
Pay a larger bunch of money and I can have all my problems for three months diagnosed (or something like that)

I could pay the first amount twice, and get a brand new printer. Plus, I needed one ASAP 'cause my invitations were already late. SO -- my mom gives me an early bridal shower gift: a new printer! YAY!

I'm all excited, I set it up right away and test it out... Only to have it give me an "out of paper" error.

[pause for dramatic effect.]

At this point, I'm freaking out. It wasn't even the same brand printer (after non-quality printers plus lousy customer service, I changed brands.) The only thing I can think of is that it HAS to be me, but at least I could return this one! So I read the instructions carefully again "place paper to the far right." I look, and it's placed to what I had originally, in my haste, determined to be the "right" side. Well, the right side was the wrong side, and I had placed it to the left!

Mission Invitations: Complete.

Oh, how the posts pile up.

I have about 4 different post topics, and everytime I was like "Oh, I could blog about that!" another thing happened and in the little sense of order I have, I felt the need to write them chronologically.

And yes, I'm taking up a whole post to post this pre-post warning.

For the love of BLOG!

Ah,

while I had imagined I would blog more now than ever before, I find myself with nothing to blog about. I haven't taken out my camera in months, probably out of spite. Yes, I love being able to carry around my point and shoot, but I find myself wanting something with a little more creative flexibility, although I know nothing of the sort is in my near future.

At my Aunt's wedding in.. 2002 (?), she had a disposable camera at every table. Alas, they were underused, so I took it upon myself to use up the remaining pictures on the cameras. Probably a couple hundred pictures. I never saw those pictures, but from then on I had dreamed of photography. I went out, and bought a decent digital camera, for the time. This was when digital was just emerging as a common item for one to own, and I was the first out of everyone I knew to have one. This lasted for about a year, then digital became REALLY popular around just about everyone I knew. And EVERYONE was interested in photography. For what became a lack of uniqueness, I backed out of photography.

While being a really good professional photographer would have its benefits, I know that's not in my future, but would still like to learn some decent skills so that I can take pictures of my own kids the way I want without paying like, a million dollars a session, which would refrain from me taking my kids to get their pictures taken which would result in me having mediocre pictures. Run on sentence much? (And yes, I responded to a run on sentence with a sentence fragment.)

And this, my friends, is why I haven't blogged. Because I have no pictures. Because my childhood dreams were crushed. Just kidding. But this is blogging, right? Letting the words form from my mind to my fingers to the keyboard to the screen.

Woah. Form from. Say that ten times fast.

P.S. I totally picked the title for this blog before I even knew what I was (not) writing about. It totally fits though :)