Traveling

Now seems like the perfect time to write to this post as I’m going stir crazy on this final and longest flight to Maui.  The first flight was over in no time and the second flight seemed reasonable enough even though it was over four hours long.  I was able to get some decent sleep while on that plane which was never and not as tight of a squeeze.  Having Dave sitting next to me also helps as I take up a bit of his seat in addition to my own.  This flight however feels never ending even though it is just over five hours.  I shouldn’t complain, I’m on my way to Maui for goodness sake.  Still I can’t help but feel a bit restless. Looking out the window, there’s no little island in sight.

While I have the time and feel more awake than last night, I figure I can use it to describe my feelings now that the wedding is over.  First, I still don’t consider myself as a Mrs yet.  Actually for all the pomp and circumstance of yesterday nothing feels like it’s different.  Dave and I are still the same people; our relationship is still the same in all the things that matter.  Really we are just as committed and in love as before the wedding.  Now though we have rings and state/country/legal recognition of that commitment.  My feelings for Dave aren’t dramatically different than I did on Friday.

Of course, logically I expected this.  I always knew that there’s no magic dust sprinkled dust that changes who you are.  Still there must be some sort of message conveyed to woman that as soon as you marry, you are suddenly complete and have succeeded in life.  Somehow, despite my logic, I too, quietly had the belief that I would be the person I’ve been striving to be once I said “I do.”  I can why understand why many women experience what some people call, “post wedding depression.”  Don’t get me wrong, I am not experiencing this horrible side effect at all.  I’m incredibly happy (though I’ll be happier to get my feet back on solid ground).  Really, I’m more surprised by the fact that I was surprised by this emotional realization.  The fact that logic cannot shield my schoolgirl emotions always seems to take me by surprise.

The captain just announced that we are 195 miles away from Maui and that we should be landing in about a half hour.  How crazy that it only takes a half hour to go 195 miles when you’re in the plane.  The knowledge that we’ve already traveled almost 11 hours by plane only shows just how far away from home we are.