two hundred eleven

We are moving. Less than two hundred days. We welcomed in the year of our wedding together, feeling a bit down, and cheers-ed with mugs of water before falling into bed early.

Now that we're in the Year of the Wedding, we're kicking it into high gear. I've been a bit of a bear (I know that's surprising), and Joe is always asking to help. We're getting tuxedo forms around, visiting the church for their seal of approval, figuring out how to order dressed when the girls live in three different cities, and figuring out how to finish up all of this long-distance business.

Next on the plate is a series of business appointments:

another meeting with church (getting our test results)
calling the woman who'll handle decorations (ordering 1 billion feathers)
ordering wedding bands (being very, very traditional)
mapping out our flight and everything that entails...

which looks something like this:

booking two-way flights
(canceling the return flight later, which saves money in the long run)
figuring out which visa to get
figuring out if Joe gets his assistantship
buying train tickets to Nancy
finding an apartment to take the train to
buying rail passes to get ourselves around

There is an endless list of to-do's to take care of to bring our lives together--for the ceremony, the reception and real life, if France for a year is real life. Now that we see the end goal, can really spread it all out on one calendar and mark it off, we're working together, harder and faster than ever.

P.S. Only joking on the feathers... sort of. There will be feathers. But tastefully, classically. Of course. Come on. Have a lil' faith in me.