Returns

Bridal bouquet, originally uploaded by cee.rose.

It's hard trying to get back into blog writing after what feels like a long time away. I never know where to start - methodically recap my time away from the very beginning, or refer to it briefly before getting back into my usual day-to-day writing. I don't know how people who only blog sporadically manage to keep it up - I need to maintain a sense of continuity.

The wedding was, naturally, wonderful. I imagine everyone's wedding is wonderful. A beautiful day, surrounded by family and friends, all of whom seemed to be having a fabulous time with us - I don't think I stopped smiling all day. The ceremony seemed to whizz by - mere minutes later, we were married. I realised afterwards that the full moon had serendipitously risen behind us during the ceremony, which afterwards everyone congratulated me on planning, giving me much more credit for astronomical knowledge than I deserve.

All the little pieces I took so long to decide on worked out wonderfully - the string quartet were divine, the jazz band were perfect, and I was actually surprised at how good the food was (although despite having eaten very little during the day, I was too excited to feel very hungry). When people have asked me how it was afterwards, I've been telling them, "it was a great party", which it really was. I had an enormous amount of fun. I will however refrain, for the moment, from going on in long and boring detail about the speeches and the cake and the dancing and the bridal party (although I would like to write down something like that, for me to read in many years time when my memory of the event has faded).

Going away together for our honeymoon was also fantastic, and it gave me time to practice saying "my husband" without feeling like a character in a play. However, by the end of it we were both thoroughly sick of aeroplanes and hotel rooms, and it felt wonderful to get home and "relax" by using the remnants of our holiday going to a meeting with the bank and then inspecting properties with a view to buying a new house. It was a mixture of fun and frustrating, and is very much an ongoing process. How much do you have a love a place to go into massive debt for it, that is the question. (And while what I mean by massive debt, and what people like my colleagues mean by massive debt are very different things, the knowledge that other people are probably more in debt than you doesn't make any difference to your own repayments.)

And in more important news, I couldn't wait for my hold at the library, so I visited the book store and am now on page 334 of the latest/last Harry Potter. It was too frustrating reading about other people reading it - last night on the train I sat next to a girl reading it and was so glad I had my own copy, as otherwise I might have tried to read over her shoulder and spoilt it for myself. I'm finding it exciting, despite the characters thus far spending a lot of time hanging around and reading things in between the action bits. But I'll reserve further comment until I reach the end.