88 days to go

It all seems surreal. There are 84 days left until our wedding day. That means that there are 88 days left until the road trip. I guess written down that seems like a long time away, but I know better. I blinked my eyes, last year in May, and somehow I got here. Three months. The length of our trip and the length of time before it.

I woke up this morning, as I imagine many brides do so close to their nuptials, thinking for perhaps the millionth time since our engagement about the wedding. It's surreal when I stop to think that four years ago was high school. It's surreal that we are so close to doing two things that I have dreamt my whole life about but have only ever done in my minds eye.

I woke up thinking about the wedding. And then I thought: What will we talk about after the trip is over? I know there was Tony and Megan long before the seeds of the idea for the trip took root. I know that we will always be in love. I also know that after the trip we will still be us and we will have plenty to talk about. All of this is just very hard to imagine because for at least the last year we haven't done much besides work and set money aside.

So here we are getting ready, compiling lists. We have a green air mattress that fits snugly in the back of the Xterra, Bags of dehydrated fruit, a large duffel bag, a car pillow, and we just bought a laptop and signed our parents up for Skype.