So since the purpose of this blog is to detail life as a married couple, I figured I would start retrospectively with different (mostly boring, except for this one) events. So sit back, buckle your seat belts, and please keep all hands, arms, feet, and legs inside the vehicle at all times.
I’ll back track a little before we got married to fill you in on why we got married, and moved to Texas in the first place. Kyle proposed to me on December 22, 2017. It was a dream and honestly my favorite day ever in life thus far. The love I felt that day outpouring from not only him, but all of our friends and family was just perfect. If I could relived that night a million times again I definitely would. After that, life was peachy. January was a tough month, my grandpa passed away which was the hardest thing I’ve had to go through in life thus far. We had gone to Amelia Island to say our last good byes to him and on the drive home Kyle and I were talking about our future. What we wanted it to look like. Naturally, his career path came up. At the time, he worked at a company doing a boring job where he was ridiculously bored. He needed to be challenged and I voiced that (quiiiite possibly a little to often, sorry babe!) to him. His ultimate goal was to work in sports. He had applied for many positions, and even interviewed for a few with local sports teams. But they didn’t lead any where. I told him if he wanted to work in sports he would need to broaden his horizons and look in other areas of the country.
Toward the end of January, he started applying for jobs. He applied for a sales job with FC Dallas (a MLS team, if you’re clueless about sports like I am), had two phone interviews with them the following week and was offered a job. It was a great opportunity for him. An opportunity for him to get to work in sports. The only catch was, it was in Dallas (iiiif you couldn’t guess). So we discussed, and ultimately we decided we would want to move together. Which meant we’d have to either elope, or live together premaritally. We decided it would be in our best interest for our hearts to elope. Lots of research, tears, stress, and one extensive online course to skip the three day waiting period after you get a marriage license to get married, we were at February 16, 2018. I’ll also mention, we only had two weeks to pack up our lives and move. We were doing the most spontaneous thing I’ve ever done. Noticing a pattern? Life lately has been full of new experiences.
That morning, we went to the courthouse with our families and said some vows written by the state of Florida, exchanged rings, kissed, I flashed my bum to everyone (yikes) and went on our merry way. Then we got in our cars, which were filled to the briiim, and got on the road for our nearly 18 hour journey. When we moved, I had no job, Kyle’s uncle and aunt were gracious enough to let us stay with them for a couple weeks, but we had no apartment. No furniture. Nada. We were pretty much starting from scratch. It was and interesting adventure. I’ll detail our apartment in a later post. I’m sure future me will enjoy it.
Luckily, we got settled, I found a job, we got an apartment, and we began life on our own. Its weird, I’ll be completely honest. Sometimes I still feel like I’m 16 and sometimes wonder what I’m doing with my life. I think thats part of life though. If you’re not confused about life in your twenties then what are you actually doing (no really, whats your secret??).
So in a nutshell, thats why we eloped. February 16, 2019 we’ll do an actual ceremony, with a dress thats not from Francesca’s and at a place a little nicer than the courthouse.