and the countdown begins…

365 days until my wedding. As one friend said to me very late last night, “One year ago, we were in Normandy… one year from now you’ll be married!” Yikes, what a prespective that was! I can’t believe that a year ago I had almost left France… it seems almost impossible. Then again, I have been through quite a year. This past week alone has felt like a month. I’m not exaggerating.

How far is too far to compromise in this whole wedding predicament? I wonder…

My neck is giving me problems.

This is all very miscellaneous, I know.

Do you think I’m selfish? I think everyone is, to a point. And I don’t think that me wanting me to be happy is selfish.