I cannot, for the life of me, find the words. I know what you’re thinking – ‘for goodness’ sake, just get to the point’.
Ok, if you really don’t want any more playing around…
I got married last month. There, the bombshell. It even looks funny on the page.
So, I always thought, as I was growing up, that when you’re married everything would fall into place, and life would seem just that super easy bubble that you just cannot get enough of; then I listened to some podcasts, read some blogs, googled a few things, and came to the conclusion that in fact, no. Life changes dramatically and it’s not a Disney fairytale. Don’t worry – I’m not about to declare that all 16 days of my life, right up to now, are the prediction of the future – ’cause who knows what’s going to happen…
But, if the last 16 days of my – now – life are anything to go by, I cannot wait for the next 80 years.
We got married in Yorkshire, with a beautiful day of sunshine and a few hundred friends that joined us along the way. It was picture-esqe, and rather idyllic, if I may say so. Hands down all my parents’ and God’s handiwork there. We were married by 2.36pm, and had hit the Big Smoke by 9pm, that evening ready to go to bed and sleep for a week.
However, no can do, my friends; the next day we were up and off to Kenya. On a Safari.
Yes, a Safari, and it was all his handiwork – I did nothing but mention, once the deposit had been paid, that I liked the idea of a safari – only then 4 weeks beforehand was I allowed to know. He had been telling me we would be Salmon Fishing in Scotland. Man, am I happy that was a joke.
Arriving in Nairobi, Kenya, we enjoyed the baking hot sun with some baby elephants, and then hit a bush plane to Kichwa Tembo, which is quite honestly in the middle of no where. This is where we were met by elephants, cheetahs, black rhinos, black coffee, delicious breakfasts and coconut and almond biscuits.
There is a stigma around honeymoons, that they must be the most perfect time of your life, or your new life. Hands down, no word of a lie, or sarcasm – words cannot describe how much fun we had, how much we saw, and how quickly the week flew by. Literally we got into bed the first night – scared stiff by lions roaring outside our tent – and the next thing we knew, it was home time.
I cannot quite believe that I am actually married to my best friend – see you never, long distance relationship. Ciao.
I’ll leave you with these photos… not that they do it justice at all.