last night on my way home from Rochelles shower, I woke Neil up at 4 am his time and in a string of panicky sentences told him that I have no idea how we are going to live withouth measuring cups and blenders and spoons.
see, most people acquire nice things when they get married. for kitchen, for their homes, for bedrooms. we sold everything. down to the hairdryer and beds and cars and steak knives and everything else you can imagine. i am living in a basement turned into a semi storage room (and mind you, am very happy that i have a place to stay) and sleeping on Rochelles bed because mine is sold. Neil is squatting at his parents, we are both pinching pennies so we can splurge when we are finally togheter.
so i panicked, especially when upper class ladies from a prestigious, rich neighbourhood were interviewing me and telling me how insane we are because this is against everything that's a "norm".
and it is. sometimes i get scared. what are we going to eat with the first steak he's going to grill? but then i thought about how i came to the states. with a little suitcase and no money left, but with God's grace I did it. and i would take that over staying at home, in safety, any time. i have suitcases of awesome stories and amazing friends I've made. the only difference now is that this time we will do it together - Neil and I - with God's grace. and after all, worse comes to worse, we have ten fingers and teeth. we'll survive eating the steak.