Echoes.

Married.
That’s what people keep telling me I am.
But I don’t feel THAT different about the level of commitment Nick and I share – so I guess that tells you how in the game I was to begin with.
Not that there isn’t a mental difference – there is.
Not that I didn’t feel the winds of incredible change. I did.
But.
Right now I’m still caught in the land of ‘I can’t believe this’ and ‘this is WEIRD’ because it is.

I’m married.
This is in the same version of reality one might say ‘you have a purple head.’
The definition of the word doesn’t necessarily equal what I’m used to using as a description of myself.
And now it’s a major factor in my life.

That’s both weird AND supremely cool.

I definitely haven’t gotten into the gushy happiness thing over the changing of my name, mainly because as much as I love the idea, the practicality of it is a giant pain in my ass.
Mrs. Labello.
Mrs. Alisha Labello.

Yeah. That’s just weird.
Which means how I answer the phone will change.
My email address at work, my signature, my bank accounts… it’s all going to change.

And I’m the person who can’t remember to write the correct year on her checks until at LEAST May.
So I’m thinking 29 years of using one name is going to take a little while to change.

Weird.
I’m married.
Supremely happy.
And leg-shackled.