Let me preface this by saying that I'm incredibly thrilled and anxious to marry Nathan and start our lives together. In fact, I can't wait to come back from our Honeymoon and bask in the joy that I don't have to leave him, ever.
But, there is one thing I am absolutely to my core dreading - moving out of my parent's house.
I'm the girl who never liked to spend the night at friend's homes because I liked being home and being comfortable in my surroundings. I never went away to College because I knew I'd be homesick and after a semester I'd move back home. I drove an hour each way to school for 4 years. Do I regret it? No. I knew what was best for me.
I'm not afraid to say that I'm inching upward to that 25 year old mark and I still live in daddy and mama's house. I've never envisioned myself living out on my own (okay, well I have...it was just never in the cards for me). Somewhere deep down, I knew I'd live with my parent's til I got married.
But now that I'm getting married in a mere six months I get more and more emotional about moving out. I know how emotional I'll be when I start moving my furniture out...so much so that I've decided to only move the essentials to Nathan's before we get married. All the big stuff will just have to wait til after we get married because I won't be able to handle it. I will be one crying mess.
But I'll cross that hurdle when I get to it and hopefully it won't be as horrible as I imagine it, because I can say will full certainty that I'm more excited about getting married than I'm dreading moving out of the house I've lived in for 20 years....and that's the facts, Jack.