The Past Few Months… And the Next Few, Too

Recently, for the firs time ever, I was told that I was too young to be getting married. I’d always had the idea that this was something people thought but never really vocalized, but this was the first person to tell me their opinion to my face. And as much as I tried to brush it off in the moment, later, when I was on my way home from work, it came creeping back into my brain.

It’s tough enough to be a bride. There’s an entire industry poised to suck up all of your money and still tell you that you’re not doing a good enough job or your event isn’t extravagant enough. It’s another thing entirely to announce your engagement at the ripe old age of 21, with the intent to marry when you’re 22. The older generation (though many of them married young, as well) love to give you their opinion. They love to pass judgement on you and tell you that you haven’t lived enough to have found the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, that you’ll come to regret it. Luckily, for every doubter, there are others who are fully and completely supportive.

The past few months have been a whirlwind. Just this past weekend, I picked up my wedding dress (and made the last-minute decision to change my veil), we’re in the midst of approving our menu and scheduling a tasting, and we even flew out to Seattle to hunt for apartments.

After a week of scouring the area for apartments that would be able to accommodate the two of us, plus our two cats, and grant me the ability to work from home (my job is fully remote), we finally found the perfect place (that was within our price range, thankfully).

After the apartment was secured came the flurry of everything that needed to be done to make sure we could move in when it became available. After applying for and being approved for the unit, we paid the holding fee and are currently waiting on lease documents to be drafted. Next, came the booking of flights (and ordering airline-approved cat carriers that will fit under the seat on the plane). After the flights were booked, came contacting moving companies to receive quotes on how much a cross-country move is going to cost us — we’re still in the process of this one.

Just a few weeks ago, I began my full time job, which has been difficult to juggle as someone who is still a student. With graduation looming at the end of this month, I just feel as though there’s so much to do and not enough time do it. I look around my apartment and wonder how everything will get packed in time. I see my two cats running around and just generally causing a ruckus (as cats are wont to do) and wonder how we’re going to survive a six and a half hour flight with them. I look at my ever-growing list of things to do and just feel overwhelmed.

But then I take a step back and remember that this is supposed to be one of the most exciting times of my life. I am about to graduate college and move across the country to begin my brand new life, and I get to do it with my fiancé. If you ask me, I have more figured out than those haters who think I’m too young to be getting married think I do.

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Hello, and welcome! My name is Shelby, a young bride on a budget — planning a wedding from 3,000 miles away.

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Shelby Smith

Shelby Smith

Hello, and welcome! My name is Shelby, a young bride on a budget — planning a wedding from 3,000 miles away.

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