full steam ahead towards the aisle

zoooooooom.

i dont know why it happens like that.

one day… you’re trudging along haplessly living the day to day life of a mediocre existence.

the next you meet a nice guy

the day after things are going great

next week you’re engaged!!!!

 

then come all the decisions.

decisions!

I HATE DECISIONS!!!!

the only decision should be yes or now.

and lets face it.

when you meet one as wonderful as mine there isnt even a decision.

there is just a yes.

so thus, with a yes, the plans were set in motion.

of course…

step 1… reception…

 

why is it the word wedding heralds with it the exorbitence and cost associated with a 6 star hotel in the wilds of Dubai.

the word wedding means mcdonalds burgers at lobster prices…

and for a pair of earth loving children sorting their way through the zoo that is sydney, the word wedding brought with it not only cost restraints but the limitations of the sterile city and its budget alternatives.

cheap decor

limited guest list

z grade food.

sydney was not to be…

and as our search for the venue to reflect the love we wish to shine extended beyond the city walls… the stress started to show.

our relief measure? ROADTRIP!

and thus, on a mild autumn day

escaping the mounting questions beginning to pile unanswered we set saddle for dubbo andsome down time with the animals.

red dirt.

fresh air.

blue sky.

freedom.

and the perfect venue for 2 kindred souls to pledge their love for each other..

and thus the wedding planning is born…

 

flowers and cake and decorations and dress and rings and hair and make up and invites and OH MY GOD!!!! when did it all get this hard?

just ry.

just i.

just we do and a sunset to sail into…

the coming weeks are sure to test us…

as we go from the blissful bubble dream to the reality of lists and deposits…

but since when was the road to happiness ever without speed bumps?

have the adventure is getting there after all

 

let the planning begin.

always and ever.

l.

 

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