It's exactly one year away.
It's a date that has been in my heart, my friends' jokes, and my lovers' back pocket. It's a date I had imagined would be the 'happiest of my life' when I was twelve or eleven. It's a date that, my bold soul and heavily delusional romantic self still believe in.
October 25th, 2025 is my wedding date.
Like previously stated, I was a pre-teen and in my best friend's bedroom when this calendar planning came to be. We loved playing M.A.S.H and dreaming of our life outside of our small, beachside town. I loved New York City and wanted my own apartment there more than anything. She wanted a mansion in California, a lake house in Maine, or a beach house in South Carolina depending on her mood. But we both dreamed out loud about the big day, the white dress, being in each other's bridal parties, and the characteristics we hoped our future partner would have.
We fast-forward over a decade and I have my dream. And she has a new version of hers. I have my little slice of heaven on the Upper West Side and she has just signed a new lease in Charlotte. We're both ready to have each other as jewel-toned gown-like accessories on that special day. However, we are as single as they come.
But that doesn't stop my little hopeless romantic heart from believing in the future of my time coming. I've manifested my dream living space, I've felt The Universe giving me what I've trusted it to, and I'm aware that all things have been achieved by the skin of my teeth.
What does this mean? It means that I'll say my "I Do"s in New York City Hall on 10/25/25. I'll have my small, intimate ceremony followed by my family-style celebration downtown. It means I'll have my mother's short dress with its giant bow glimmering around the Big Apple in a year's time. Or maybe I won't. Maybe it'll be a backyard soiree with thrifted table-cloths and all our friends from years and years collected plus the family that we might not even be on speaking terms with.
It also means...I'm not an idiot. I'm not going to jump into something for the sake of a date with a person that might not be forever. I'm communicative of my needs, my worth, what I've brought and can bring to the table. I’m self respecting enough to need that same awareness in my other half. I want the Red Cup, I want to win the Norwegian Cruise Newlywed Game as the oldest couple onboard. And I know there is SOMEONE out there as wildly in love with life as me who wants THE SAME THING...and maybe, the same aggressively short timeline.
I've been warned, and prepared that my dreams may not become reality. I'm not choosing to indulge this because frankly, that isn't fun. It's fun to believe. It's FUN to ponder the chance of a happily ever after but according to my sort of five-year-plan. IT'S FUN. OKAY?
So ladies, gents, theys, and all that can read...wish me luck, and that future partner too.
Let the countdown begin...
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