In all of the Jane Austen novels and films, I've always taken note of the easy cultural transition English society made from leaving behind a single status to married. The day after a wedding, everyone makes inquiries about so-and-so's husband. How natural the morphing from Miss Bennett to Mrs. Darcy is.
With all of my Austen training, I am not having such success. I cannot legally change my name until the arrival of our marriage certificate. Can't change my name on my license. On my bank accounts. Even my student loans are on hold. The day after we got married, someone asked me about my husband and my instictive reaction was to say, "I don't have a husband, I have a Czechoslovakian!" Luckily I realized before I opened my mouth that the Czechoslovakian is my husband.
All of my identity crises aside, I would like to share a conversation the Czech had with his mom the other day. It pretty much sums up how I feel about this most recent change in my life.
Mom: How does it feel being married?
Czech: Great! I love it!
Czech: Yeah! It's the best! I think everyone should get married! It's the best idea ever!
I most definitely agree.
As a side note, I've had technological difficulties up the wazoo and a wedding to plan, all of which have impeded on blogging time. However, I'm hoping to add the story of the wedding soon, pictures when I get them, and tidbits about the fun new adventures coming up.
Hint: I'm moving! Again. Luckily I don't have to get rid of the awesomest ever sofa again. That was brutal.