Greetings from foggy, dew-covered but, most importantly, snowless Vancouver Island.
I took a last-minute trip to my hometown of Comox on Monday when it was offered to me, and I took the opportunity to come home and solve my issues from last week's column, which was mainly the fact I was procrastinating with a lot of wedding planning since I was so far away from where it's going to be held in July.
Like I'd said, it was really hard for me to feel connected to my wedding planning when I was 1,400 km from the site. Because of that, I wasn't feeling very rushed to get things done, despite the wedding being less than six months away now. That was becoming a big problem.
So coming to Vancouver Island made a lot of sense, especially since I wouldn't be back here again until mid-June.
Since I've been here, I've found a bakery to make our cake(s) for $250 under our cake budget, a florist, nautical fabric for a lot of my decorating (huge deal, you guys), chair and chair cover rentals, not to mention the in-person approval of a lot of things collected or planned by my mom in my absence.
Today we'll make the 20-minute drive north to Campbell River where my wedding's going to be held. We're going to revisit my reception venue and make some measurements for decor, as well as visit the ceremony site in a park to finalize some plans for seating and settings. We'll also drop by my caterer who I'll meet in person for the first time and go over the menu.
We'll also hopefully going to find a Justice of the Peace, a bartending group and hopefully a DJ while I'm here to get pretty much everything out of the way before I head back to the snowy north next week.
Yes, it's a very busy and sometimes overwhelming visit, but it feels good to get so much done.
And what all of this is doing is making the wedding seem real, which sounds funny, but that was a feeling that was hard for me to grasp when I was in Fort St. John. When I said this, my fiance asked, "What, your engagement ring didn't make it seem real?" Poor guy, he doesn't get it.
I feel connected to my own wedding again, which is huge. Instead of relying on my mom, my sisters or my friends to do things for me here on the Island, I'm here running the show, saying yes or no when I want and communicating with my fiance on big decisions (like cake design) so that it's the two of us making decisions, not my family.
And another thing I'm realizing with this trip is how easy things are coming together. I figured wedding planning would be a lot more stressful than this when, in reality, I'm getting most things done the way I want with little resistance, and if I don't find what I want, I'm flexible to change, which makes planning a lot smoother as well (I never thought in a million years I'd be that flexible about wedding planning).
Then again, we haven't solidified the guest list yet, and of course everyone has their opinion about who should go and who shouldn't. That in itself is a column, and I think (after this trip home), I'm going to have to write it for next week.
So while I can, I'm going to enjoy this week's pleasant, relaxing column topic while also enjoying the green grass of home and misty fields full of swans (they stay here over the winter).
Get a glass of wine ready for next Thursday's column, folks -- it's going to be a doozy.
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