We were in a golf cart, excited, yet unaware of what was ahead of us in our Austrian adventure.
I barely had time to think about it before the wedding, as planning one can consume much of your time. That with packing up my apartment, getting rid of 3/4 of my wardrobe, filling out residence permits in German, taking them to Kinko's to have them printed on a bigger sheet of paper so you can cut them to just the right European paper size, signing off and saying goodbye to my office of 5 years where I had made many friends that felt like family, gathering the right attire for a frosty honeymoon, trying to fit in a work out everyday as nothing motivates a girl more than a wedding and on and on.
Now, here we are...having survived the first year (supposedly the hardest) of marriage...abroad. Not feeling like celebrities surrounded by all of our friends and family, food, dancing and fireworks...just two Americans in the corner of a little Austrian restaurant. (having a delicious Styrian-style dinner).
One of us sort of speaking the language, one of us not really squeezing the toothpaste tube correctly (from the bottom up dang it), one of us hogging the coat rack (who, me?), and one of us whose idea of doing the dishes is to put them in the sink and fill them with water (not ok!), but both of us glad we embarked on this adventure abroad. We've spent a lot of time together this last year...more than we would living back home. I think it's good for our marriage to be here together, away from all other influences, making our own way. And, yes, we're still in lovey dove. Although sometimes I wonder who Art loves more...me or the new girl (the one with big brown eyes and a waggly tail).