After nearly 6 weeks of being back in California, MOTH and I fly out for Aus again on Thursday. I know for some expats coming to the States is a jarring experience and they can't wait to get back to their new home country. Not so for me- the pull of California grows stronger every time I come back. Nae and her boyfriend PB&J leave today for 30 fun hours of flying to South Africa- it makes our "long haul" trip back to Australia seem puny in comparison!
A minor technicality: MOTH and I are actually not legally married yet. That was a fun surprise to read in the mail last week! There was a problem in how the marriage license was filled out and we got a letter last week letting us know it had been rejected. We are so pissed at our wedding coordinator for not looking the form over before turning it in because she had said to us a few times that she would handle the paperwork after we stressed to her that our officiant, my godfather, had never performed a wedding before. Consequently, when I went to get my new drivers license yesterday, I wasn't able to update to my married name so I am still Dana Old Last Name whereas I was hoping to be Dana Old Last Name New Last Name (no hyphen).
Oh, and by the way, I don't know about this whole being married thing anyway. It seems so serious! And referring to MOTH as my husband makes me want to throw up. We have a family friend who is in her early 20s and she said she couldn't wait to call her husband her husband, but for me, I think I'd prefer to call MOTH my Boyfriend Who I Married. I'm all for being with the guy forever and ever, amen, but I just hate the more serious title. I never used "fiance" unless I thought I could get a deal or a freebie out of saying it and I don't want to now have to start using the word husband.
Obviously I really love MOTH and I really want to be married to him but I think this is all coming to the surface because MOTH is staring 30 square in the face and I'm not long behind him and I'm starting to worry about getting old and all the responsibility that comes with that. So being married is actually great but what being married means in relation to what stage I am at in life is pretty fucking terrifying. I can't be the only one who has felt that way, right?
I guess it was pretty timely then, when while on our honeymoon, MOTH and I met a couple who was celebrating their 30th wedding anniversary and they gave us some advice- they have 3 kids and 4 grandkids and they said the key to it all is to never get old, just keep having fun and acting young and you will be. And I think they are on to something because about two weeks before our wedding, my parents celebrated their 36th wedding anniversary and I think part of the reason they've made it last for so long is that they follow that couple's advice, too, and haven't let themselves get old: just two days ago, we all went to the annual Bridge School Benefit and my parents totally rocked out to Jack White and Guns N Roses! I hope we're that cool at 60.
So to recap for the too long, didn't read crowd: I'm unofficially married and afraid of getting old, but I've been told that as long as I don't act old I won't be old. Here are some recent pictures to prove that I probably won't have any trouble with that: