Trip Start Sep 15, 2008
2Trip End ??? ??, 2009
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ATTENTION: DISCLAIMER: If you plan to read 2 or more of my blog entries, please understand; firstly, that I rant. Also understand that I trail off on topics, especially when telling a story and give details in the story that are not important, don't help progress the action of the story or that you may give a care about in any way. If you dislike my A.D.D. writing style, then stop reading immediately and kiss it.
Jennie and I were wed on June 7th, 2008 at the beautiful Taku Resort on Quadra Island, British Columbia. It was an amazing weekend that we'll never forget. She is now Mrs. Backman. (No it just sounds like she's a 66 year old, crotchety, 2nd grade teacher.) Hearing it, writing it, reading it, speaking it is still odd for us. We're not used to it. Normal I gather. Old news for everyone else who's married I assume. I am still Mr. Backman. Nothing changes for me. Except I'm married to the old crotchety 2nd grade teacher.
We've had an addiction to traveling since our last journey through Southeast Asia in 2005 and vowed to go again supervening our wedding. PUN! We've been aching to relive that rush again, and it's almost here. It's been three long years in the making and we're finally on the home stretch. The tickets are bought.
"Aching" is the understatement of the century. We've both been enduring the empty, and thus, awful daily void of not trekking or lounging our culture-shocked little brains out. Simply put, we're obsessed. To the point, mind you, that any ripple we've had in our relationship is clearly a product of, or at least very much magnified by, our "bad days."
Let me express that I doubt our terminology of a bad day is the same as yours. Of course we've had bad days in the traditional sense; hating ignorant customers, bastard coworkers, clogged toilets or friends that puke in your driveway. "A bad day" is what we've begun to call that hellish feeling you get when you want something so bad but you're just not getting your way or it's just not accomplished fast enough. I would hazard to guess that it may be similar to pre-ordering a nice couch only to get "its still in transport." OR when you're married to a cripple and your house now looks like a one-armed man did the renovations and you have an epiphany that your home will be ugly forever. It's that out-of-control feeling mixed with elation, excitement and frustration. The only way for me to describe it would be that feeling you got as a kid the night before Christmas except everyday that you wake up is still Christmas Eve. We began to call them "bad days" because it stewed in our minds while we were at work. I suppose we thought everyday was a bad day when we weren't on a journey.
No more bad days though. Since we bought those tickets and we have our date set for September 15th, we are elated. We needed that assurance that we are officially going. "Bad days" have made way for "The 80 day countdown to Jennie & Corey are finally going to be at their absolute happiest."
Check in and read some more blogs about our journey over the next 12 or so months.
Where I stayed