Why I’m Eloping
The day after my fiancé and I got engaged, we were in the car driving down the street and he dropped another bomb on me.
“Want to just elope?” he asked. I don’t think I thought about it for longer than a full two seconds before replying: “This is why I love you, and YES.”
We didn’t need to carefully weigh the pro’s and con’s or talk it over, and we haven’t wavered in this decision for a split second.
So, why did we make such a drastic choice to give up one of life’s beautiful defining moments?
The way we look at it, we didn’t. If anything we are just making our special moment more special.
Less stress, more lovey-dovey shenanigans.
I don’t know the numbers for average time spent planning a wedding, but it’s longer than I would like to be stressed out for.
If you’re engaged for a couple of years, then that’s a huge portion of your life to be chomping down on your fingernails. Or if you sped it up and are getting married just a few short months after the big question was popped, then you just crammed that stress into a shorter amount of time.
Anyone who has ever taken a summer course in college (or were on the quarter system) knows that a short class contains just as much work as a semester-long class does.
Congratulations bridezillas, you just condensed all your stress into a few crazy months!
I was never good at math, but even I know that more stress means less happy.
Suppose you could only fit 10 jelly beans in your hand. 5 of them were happy jellybeans, and the other 5 were stressed out jelly beans. If someone poured more stressed jellybeans in your hand, the happy ones would fall out and therefore your happiness ratio would be all out of whack.
Happy = waterfalls in Iceland
And glaciers. And black sand beaches. And hot springs.
My fiancé’s and my love for this beautiful planet is deeply ingrained in both of us, so nothing seems more fitting than getting married in Iceland with this as our backdrop…
I mean I like cake n’ all, but I would choose this over any wedding cake…
So a couple of months out from the wedding, I’m excited about renting a van and camping out around Iceland instead of stressing about the florist messing something up.
No cold feet here.
Do we even need to talk about money?
According to the Knot’s most recent study, the average wedding cost is $33,931. Is that a joke? Are you people serious?
Even if I could afford to pay that IN CASH, I wouldn’t. So what are we doing y’all… putting this on credit? Starting our lives in debt?
One might say flying to Iceland and renting a camper van isn’t cheap… and they would be right. Let me explain though; I would have had to do that anyway because the gnomes and wild horses are calling to me.
It’s our day, not anyone else’s.
Call me selfish, but I don’t really care. I’ll be too busy scuba diving between the tectonic plates to take offense.
Thinking about place cards and embroidered napkins does not make me happy. Ice climbing a glacier makes me feel like the belle of the ball. So that is what I shall do.
“That’s not right because I’m robbing my poor family of the experience of celebrating with us?” Too bad. They’ll get over it. Just after they get over not being able to criticize my nonexistent ceremony sermon for not containing enough bible verses.
Traditional weddings seem like a lot of show to me, and I’m not really about that. Cheers to anyone who had a beautiful reception that was one to remember, I’m sure it was lovely.
That’s not me though. That’s not us. And pardon me for sounding like a princess, but this is our day. Not my mothers. Not his great aunt’s. So, is wanting our wedding to be quintessentially us a crime?
Sorry for the truth, we’ll send you a postcard.
To us, a lifetime bond between two people is a very intimate thing. And that’s how we want to keep it.