I wish I could report progress on the wedding front, but all I can report is my realization that I really should have been thinking about this for my entire life like normal girls do. When I was about 12 years old I decided I would have my wedding at a big castle in Ireland and for some reason I never revised that preteen dream based on a tiny detail called "reality." So here I am, 14 years later, in no position to rent that castle in Ireland, and with no Plan B. It was poor planning on my part.
That lack of planning has thrown my little Libra scales all out of whack. I still envision something elegant and beautiful, yet also simple and casual. When thinking about the place itself my mind has been all over the map...literally. While I'd love to get married at Dawson's doorstep in North Carolina, there is a lack of funds, and again that pesky reality to get hitched in NC even though it's a place Tommie and I enjoy. Then there was Bar Harbor, a place full of promise that the gods (and Maya) conspired to wreck for us. Then there was a rental home in Plymouth; I do love the look of backyard weddings, but that usually implies it's your own backyard and I'm still waiting to buy that plot of land with the castle on it.
Despite my apparent cynicism, I am still hopeful. These little wedding wanderings can be tiring but they can also be helpful. I am learning what I don't want and what I want to do more searching for. Basically I am doing what I should have been doing when I was 15 years old and should have had enough sense to know that maybe Ireland wasn't such a good idea. For now, the search continues and no concrete decisions are made (just the way a Libra likes it), but the planning continues and I want to believe that I will find that place that has a good balance of all that I am looking for.