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I am an American nomad. This week alone I have stumbled between three different homes. Friends and family have joined in the crusade to ensure I do not sleep on the streets. I'm working on a fourth location for the weekend. A vagabond record.

What can I say though? Being away from those you love makes has made me very popular. Doors have be flying open for me. Gareth arrives tomorrow and he too will be invited into various homesteads. Speaking to him today I realised how excited I am to see him and get on with the big event. Less than two weeks now. I still can not believe it is so close.

Unfortunately, not everything is settled. Not the least of my worries is my dress of which I have not seen yet since my return. I have heard it is still being hemmed. I have no idea why since I gave it to her three months ago, but there you go. Some things are just out of your control and you can only cross your fingers. On the other hand, the bridesmaids dresses have all come in. The girls picked them up and to their credit are pretending they look okay. But if we are all honest with ourselves it is obvious that the soft periwinkle I had imagined is really more of a blinding neon blue. Not only that, but the store insisted they all order well above their normal size so at the moment they more closely resemble tents than gowns.

Last night I had the first of probably many dreams where I was walking down the aisle. In the dream I was a bit nervous but managed not to trip walking down the aisle. Hopefully that is a sign that I will be making a similarly gracefully entrance in the near future.

02 August 2000

Stacie Lewis