Oct 29, 2012

How did I happen to get married in San Francisco?  It's hard to say.  I think it all started when my friend Linda told me about these amazing wedding photographers based in SF.  I started looking at their website obsessively, specifically the San Francisco City Hall pictures!  Then one day, I was working nights, and my colleague pointed to the website and said - that could be you!!  Delirious from sleep deprivation, I thought - why not.  I went home the next day, used my last three PTO for the year, paid the $500 deposit, and booked Alex and Alex for one Monday morning wedding!

The only problem was... S hasn't even proposed!

This was some time in August... For the next month and half, I somehow found a wedding dress, expanded the wedding photo package to include a videographer, and got S to propose!

The rest is history.

All Photos by IQ photo

 

 

And they lived happily ever after.

I had a sneaky feeling all along that I overdid it with this apartment.  It wasn't until today, when it took six hour and three (big) people to pack it all up that my suspicion was confirmed.

Three years ago I moved into the first place to call my own.   At first I just wanted two things -- a vogue subscription with my name/address and a yellow Le Creuset.  Somehow I allowed myself to drill 20+ nails into the walls, hanging everything from over priced pottery barn frames, to drawings from Sips and Strokes.  I filled every inch of the tiny kitchen with indispensable tools- two big jars of spatulas and ice cream scoopers.

All this meant that everyday I lived here, it was a place I loved.  A place I was sad to leave on overnight calls and happy to return after long trips.  And as I stood by the door of the now empty rooms, I said a long goodbye and mentally embraced my lovely home.  It's been a good three years and as much as I counted down the days, I'm sad to see it end.