This, the last week I am in the States before I come back to Britain, has been no less hectic than the rest. Tonight I am sharing in the warm comforts of a good friends home and I, the ungracious sod I am, have asked to use her computer in order to send this out.
Luckily for me Gareth has joined me this week and is able to partake in the adventure that pends both sides of my family in a wedding wrestling fiasco. Some kind of incredible insight kept him away until after the big meeting my family had over the new location. As fortune would have it, I was not so lucky.
My family gathered in my mothers kitchen and hashed out the details. I soon found myself dodging bullets they intended for one another and so retreated swiftly upstairs. I was upset about everything going on so I called Gareth and told him how much I was looking forward to seeing him in two days. Two days! Apparently not.
Gareth sort of forgot to tell me that he was coming in the next day. Yet another example of how the most difficult of situations can result in some good. Without that argument I would never have picked him up from the airport the next day. And as a result, I have had one extra day of support. Having him around has been brilliant and it seems some points of contention are sorting themselves out.
Though I have to admit that not everything is falling in to place as readily as I would have hoped. The new location has yet to receive its deposit and arrangements over the details are still a bit up in the air. But hey, what is the worry? We have four months left, right?!
26 April 2000
Stacie Lewis