Well, I guess that’s one way to get health insurance

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Within the next 90 days, I will be getting married and moving to Finland.  Me, stressed?  Why on earth would you think that?

If you’ve been reading my blog lately, you know that Beau has an opportunity to move to Finland.  We discussed it at length, and we agreed that I would move with him.  After some investigating, we determined that in order for me to move with him, we had to have lived together for two years.  Or have a child together.  Or be married.

After another lengthy discussion, we made the decision to get married.  We both agree that we would have been at that point in the near future, but circumstances have sped up the timeline.

Let me tell you, planning a wedding in 40 days is not lacking any stress.

After a week of tossing and turning and literally losing sleep (on my part), we have a venue and a date.  After another week, I’m still searching for a dress, whereas he picked out a suit in five minutes and will have it hanging in his closet in five to seven days.  Still working on the caterer, the decorations, the cake, the flowers, and, oh yeah, the invites still haven’t gone out.  My mom has been an absolute lifesaver through all this, and is doing so much coordinating for me.  I don’t know what I would do without her – I’d probably be a heap on the floor somewhere.

Of course, through all this, I’m trying to empty my condo, find space for my stuff at his house, have a yard sale to get rid of the rest of my stuff, rent my condo out, get my passport renewed, get him to clean out some of his stuff, and get all doctors appointment set up between the wedding date (when I will have health insurance for the first time in over a year) and the move to Finland date (sometime in January).  I’ve been slammed at work, and all I can think is, “Don’t these people know I have a wedding to plan?!”

Stressed?  No, why do you ask?

Seriously though, people – I AM SO FREAKING HAPPY!  I can’t believe my luck in finding this wonderful man, and I can’t wait for the day I can call him my husband.

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2 responses to “Well, I guess that’s one way to get health insurance

  1. I’ve kept up with your blog for a year or so now. Your experiences have sometimes brought tears to my eyes, but the above news is wonderful and even though i’ve never met you…..i’m so happy for you. The lyrics to Rascal Flatts song “Bless the Broken Road” remind me somewhat of your journey to where you are today.

    “Bless The Broken Road”

    I set out on a narrow way many years ago
    Hoping I would find true love along the broken road
    But I got lost a time or two
    Wiped my brow and kept pushing through
    I couldn’t see how every sign pointed straight to you

    Every long lost dream led me to where you are
    Others who broke my heart they were like Northern stars
    Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
    This much I know is true
    That God blessed the broken road
    That led me straight to you

    I think about the years I spent just passing through
    I’d like to have the time I lost and give it back to you
    But you just smile and take my hand
    You’ve been there you understand
    It’s all part of a grander plan that is coming true
    Now I’m just rolling home
    Into my lover’s arms
    This much I know is true
    That God blessed the broken road
    That led me straight to you

    That God blessed the broken road
    That led me straight to you.

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