People around you getting married, or talking about getting married, makes you want to get married.
I blame my current desire on: 1. lilcyndisue (who recently got engaged), and 2. That Lumby Lines book in which a married couple takes on the task of purchasing and converting an old monastary into an inn.
I’d love to buy and run an inn with a spouse. Or to travel with my partner, experiencing new sights and cultures. The possibilities on places to go and things to do really are quite endless (provided I marry into money). You only get the opportunities that you can afford, after all. Or at the very least, pay back with interest.
I can picture myself traveling the world with my husband, who has ever only been a hazy suggestion in my mind’s eye. He’s tall. He has dark hair and an endearing smile. He’s laidback and helps to even me (or rather my tendency to worry) out. He is able to take things in stride and see the positive or humorous side. He makes me feel financially secure doing whatever job it is that he does. And, for some reason I’ll probably never really discover, is madly in love with me.
So now I have this annoyingly wistful longing to be married. A “for better or for worse, ’til death do us part” longing.
Maybe I’m just getting my period.