I took one step towards a new life. I changed my name. Now the name I've been called is officially part of my name. (no, it's not "bitch", you bitches.) My new name means "lioness of God". How very appropriate. So, no need to expect me to get any more sedate in the future...
Changing the name was something I always thought I'd eventually do, but figured I'd tie it in with getting a new passport. My old one's about to expire and I'll have to get a new one. I just always thought that by now I'd be getting it with a new last name too...
I know, I know. Here I go again, rambling about marriage. I know even the herpes virus has a longer life expectancy that marriages these days, but I really wanted it. And mourning that loss is going to take time. (Actually, now that I think of it, herpes really is for life...)
I know I said I wasn't really too bothered about the wedding bit; that what I was really after was the marriage- that life-long partnership. Erm... there's a chance that's not entirely true.
I already had the shoes for the wedding. And a dress. OK, two dresses. And I had the party venue picked out. And the flowers decided on. And the song for the first dance. And the guest list finalized. And the menu selected. Even I know that's...well, insane. I'm a ticking time-bomb. A Bridezilla in the making. Even I'm a little scared of myself now.
But my new passport will finally - in all its validity period and lack of stamps from the Jewish state everybody so likes to dislike - provide me a carte blanche enabling me to explore parts of the world that were previously off the limits. Oooh... just imagine what wonderful adventures are waiting for me in Yemen. And Sudan. And Albania...
(Hmmm. I wonder if they do destination weddings in Yemen...?)
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