Finals week breezed by and I was done by last Wednesday. My parents came into town that day and we spent the next couple days packing and running errands. When my sister got into town on Friday, she, my mom and I went to the bridal store in Las Cruces and I tried on I think five dresses. I had tried two others on a few weeks before and really liked one of them, so I tried it on again this time. However, I didn't like it as much as I did the first time. Anyway, there was one dress that the three of us absolutely loved, and although I still plan on looking in some other stores, if I had to make a choice now that would definitely be it. I am not going to describe it in detail on here, in case Jake read this, but it's way different than what I thought I wanted in a wedding dress. I think that happens a lot though (and the consultant said I was right), that many brides-to-be look online or whatever and develop ideas about what they want and believe that they know exactly what type of wedding dress they will look amazing it; then they go and try some on, and what they thought they'd love don't look quite right, and something very different as perfect. That's what happened to me. My sister told me, though, that she had pictured me in something like this dress that we all loved. So I guess someone had the right idea. Anyway I look forward to trying on more dresses, just in case, but I will be far from bummed if I "have to" go with this one.
Anyway, graduation was Saturday and it was such a perfectly great day. Coincidentally (or perhaps not), Jake ended up right behind me after we marched into the Pan American Center and into our seats. So we were able to talk and goof off during the speeches that dragged on and the bajillions of names of the graduation candidates (I mean, of course I paid attention the whole time...) I also had my phone so I was able to text with my family and friends during the time, telling them to "Just look for tall Jake then look right in front of him for me" and complaining about the length of the ceremony. Don't get me wrong, I did appreciate the time there and soaked in the moments. But I was also glad to leave and arrive at the party and food. We had a nice joint party (Jake and I) and some family and friends came and we all had a very nice time.
The next couple days involved basically just more packing and transporting things to my storage unit. It was sad to leave my apartment on Monday, but it's so good to be home, and I am most likely going to be moving back into the same apartment complex in the fall anyway.
Since yesterday, I have been unpacking, organizing, and sorting all my stuff that I brought back with me and that was already here. We are having a garage sale probably next weekend and I already have three big boxes of stuff to get rid of. My family acquires so much junk that we have a garage sale about every two years. At least we're not one of those families who keeps everything then has to have professional intervention. At least we get rid of it every two years :)
Now I am off to start laundry and go through the junk in our shed...fun day ahead.
