Everyone goes through a phase in life where they go to a wedding every other weekend. Or at least what feels like every other weekend. It usually hits around your late twenties.
I’ll be spending a nice big chunk of my late twenties in South Africa.
I’m going to miss A LOT of weddings. Off the top of my head, I can think of six close friends and one family member already engaged to be married after we leave for Cape Town. And I’m probably forgetting someone. If I were not feeling so lazy I’d walk over to my fridge and observe the gallery of Save the Dates for weddings we won’t be able to attend.
It’s a sad feeling. In case you haven’t gathered from the thousands of words I’ve written about weddings here and in other fora, I really, really like weddings. And I really, really like my friends and family, and I hate that for a lot of those people I’ll be missing one of the happiest days of their lives.
We’ve already had to miss a few weddings (one a week before ours, one a week after), and that was sad and disappointing. When we miss weddings because we’re 24 hours on a plane and $2,000 in airfare away, I think it will be not only sad and disappointing, but very isolating.
I hope my dear ones who get married when I’m gone know how much I wish I could be there, and somehow manage to have adequate weddings without being graced by my presence. And as cheesy as this sounds, I hope that Collin and I can serve as a good example of the power of marriage as I follow him to the opposite side of the globe.