So I just got back from Queensland for a wedding. Not just any wedding, but my best friend of 15 years had tied the knot with her lovely partner.
What an experience! I’ve never been so close to a wedding process, and wow! What a stressful couple of weeks it was. We went through a lot to get the wedding to what it was. Things like;
- Early starts and late nights to get centrepieces done.
- Multiple early morning airport trips to pick up loved ones.
- Long drives to various places to drop things off and pick people up
- Answering non stop calls to organise the venue and catering.
- Numerous trips to Westfields.
- Packing up old rooms for the new house.
- Getting keys locked in the car.
- Getting debit cards stuck in car windows.
- Getting the car stuck in mud.
- The difficulty of transporting the wedding cake from the home to the wedding area.
- Missing our rehearsal because the sun went down.
- Almost missing our photo shoot because the sun went down.
- Table organisation for the reception in a mosquito filled garden.
- Experiencing horrifying weather conditions.
These are just a few of the minor speed bumps we experienced before the wedding. I’m kind of grateful that these things happened because it really brought my closest friends and I together. We all live such busy lives here in Sydney, and we were able to just really appreciate each other and be there during this special time of our best friends wedding. But realising that all the preparation and craziness was over, it was kind of sad. You put all our effort and time in to something like this, and with a snap of your fingers, its all over. You really need to learn to save the night and fight the break of dawn. Now our beautiful friend is experiencing married life and here we are back in Sydney, living our everyday lives, waiting for our next adventure.
Coming back to Sydney was a huge wake up call to how rushed we all are here. After the night of the wedding, I had gotten bitten very badly, which caused excruciating pain through my left foot. It had swelled up to 3 times the size, and was full of blisters.
Now catching the train back from Central station was what really got me. I had a large suitcase, a handbag and one sock and thong on my foot. It was evident that I was in serious pain. Yet, when the train arrived, everyone pushed passed me to get on. Once I finally limped my way onto the train, everyone sitting just stared at me then got back to playing with their little gadgets. Where is the common courtesy Sydney! If you see a young girl limping with a giant suitcase and one sock on, then you pause Angry Birds, get off your arse and let her sit down!
So a lesson to everyone; be kind and use some common sense when you see a struggling traveller. A helping hand could go a long way!