Exactly 7 years ago today I put on a beautiful borrowed white dress (thanks Christy), had approximately 83,000 bobby pins placed in various locations throughout my hair to keep it in place, gathered with some of my most favorite people in life, and exchanged a few life altering words with a strikingly handsome young man I met on the internet. Sort of. Recounting Josh's and my story is no small feat because of its unique nature and the fact that 7 years later we still marvel at the fact that we ever met and actually managed to get married. We joke that we got married so we could finally date, and also that we basically had an "arranged" marriage that we arranged ourselves...and then hoped for the best! Neither of us really could have imagined that one small church group outing would end up changing the rest of our lives. Both of us had our reasons for joining this random outing to Safeco Field to tour the stadium for a few dollars. It was shockingly not our deep
Successful spontaneity involves buying plane tickets for Thailand the day you plan to go, securing those tickets, having 30 minutes to pack, remembering everything you need, and getting into Bangkok at 9:30pm with no hotel reservation, yet easily finding a place to stay. Unsuccessful spontaneity involves writing in a journal (which I am taking this entry from) to commemorate an hour and a half (and counting) cab ride to a bus station with tickets you've acquired earlier that day for a departure time you will most definitely miss due to the stop lights in Bangkok. What they don't tell you in the travel books (as far as I know) is that at the height of traffic in Bangkok it takes 15 minutes (not an exaggeration) to make it through the majority of the stop lights... I am tempted at this point (in my journaling) to hitch a ride on one of the motorcycles weaving effortlessly through the frozen traffic. The one plus of continually stopping in traffic is that it is conducive to writin
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