…since Bill and I became Mr and Mrs Allen! That’s a tad scary. Happy “Anniversary” us! I’m still wearing my nice (not so) shiny wedding band with pride, unlike hubby who is a very naughty boy and forgot to put his on today. Tsk tsk.
I still need to do a write up of the big day, especially because I want to include it in the guestbook/scrapbook with a copy of the vows, Dad’s speech, and stuff like that but as usual I’ve let it slide. Things just got crazy emotional after the wedding and we had a roller coaster first few weeks.
The day after the wedding, Bill and I had to go to Fulton County Probate Court and sort out getting a copy of the wedding certificate so we could file the immigration papers I need to be able stay in the States. Nicky and Lyns came in with us and we were wandering around Underground Atlanta when we got a call from my brother. He’d been trying to contact us for ages with some bad news from home. Nanna Hayton, who had been spending Christmas with my Aunt and Uncle had had a stroke on the wedding day, and was in hospital.
To cut a long story short, the next few days were fairly fraught as my parents weren’t due to fly home until the Saturday and we were all worried about Nan. We still had a wonderful Christmas Day spent with Hank’s parents who made us very welcome and gave us a fantastic Stateside Crimble to remember, but underneath it all our thoughts were with Nanna lying in a coma back in the UK.
Boxing Day we got another call, this time from my Aunty, telling us that Nanna had passed away.
Was completely swamped at this point. Couldn’t help but think she’d done this on purpose. She always seemed to have a funny turn whenever she wasn’t centre of attention on special days (she had to leave the reception meal at Sy and Mel’s wedding). Course, I’m sure you can’t help when you have a stroke, but that is how it felt.
Spent a sombre last few days with Mum and Dad in Atlanta. This was also upsetting because I won’t get to see them very often (can’t leave the States now until my residency comes through, unless I pay a fee and apply for Advance Parole), already hadn’t seen them for 3 months, and I’d been really looking forward to doing some fun things with them once the stress and craziness of the wedding was over. We did spend a lovely Boxing Day afternoon wandering around the Botanical Gardens in awe of their orchid collection, but it was pretty miserable at the same time.
Missed them very much when they flew home the next day. Missed my friends too. It had been so great to see everyone that week and when they were all gone I felt very homesick and empty. Did a lot of bursting into tears at the slightest thing.
On top of that Bill and I couldn’t just relax and enjoy being newlyweds, we had to race around sorting out my immigration status, which was a complete nightmare of unintelligible paperwork to wade through.
The tide however turned on New Year’s Day when we decided to make an impromptu escape to the coast and get away for a few days. We packed the dog up and headed for Savannah where we had a great few days and were able to take some deep breaths and enjoy ourselves. At Tybee Island I saw the Atlantic from this side, much to Bill’s amusement went paddling (got that on video!), did a chicken dance on the beach (was supposed to be a seagull!) and waved to Blighty. We took Quince to a Civil War fort (Fort Pulaski), ate pizza at Vincent Van Go Go’s, breakfasted at the Tybee Island Breakfast Club, explored Skidaway Island Nature Trail with the dawg and were completely cut off from all communication while we were away.
On the way back to Atlanta we also stopped off at the Allens in Milledgeville and hung out with Bill’s Mom and Dad for a while. That was great too. I like them very much and always enjoy going to see them.
Anyway, shook off the bad feelings with that little trip and came home to start the new year afresh with my lovely hubby. I still keep feeling very unsettled every so often, but a hug from Bill makes everything better. 🙂