Moving again

Well, today was a day spent against a checklist:
Adam and I combined checking accounts.
We found his wedding suit, and shirts, pants, and ties for the groomsmen. Men's Warehouse, baby.
We took my grandmother's wedding dress to a tailor. FINALLY.
We signed all the paperwork to move into a two-bedroom apartment (instead of my one-bedroom) in my apartment complex in August.

Yikes. Moving is just terrible. And I love my one-bedroom apartment -- faces the forest preserve, lots of quiet and privacy. But the new place is a third-floor, as opposed to my first-floor, and has more windows and light. It's got a beautiful layout, with the living room and a fireplace at the center, which lead you back to a sunny dining room (that's almost an atrium) and open kitchen. The two bedrooms open out from either side of the entry hall. It also has two bathrooms, which I'm not wild about, since that means we'll have to clean both of them. But that's ok. There's also a larger balcony, with sliding doors and a view for miles, over the subdivisions and watertowers of Bolingbrook and Naperville. Ah, suburbia. And we can still see the forest preserve, so that will be nice.

I'm both anxious to get it over with, and somewhat in dread of how busy August is going to be. We'll move three weeks before the wedding. Eek. I wish we were ready to buy a house, but that will have to wait a while longer.

And I'm so happy to have the dress to a tailor. I've been chasing down this one and that, and some haven't called back, one is too busy, and one I visited was just too snippy and mean. The woman I found is sweet as she can be, loves the dress, and seems like a pro (let's hope!). She's extremely petite, like a little elf, and probably around 60. Putting the dress on again, in her little fitting room, just made me love it all the more, too. It's all this wonderful creamy satin. It was my grandmother's dress -- made in the late 1930s for her wedding to my grandfather, in rural Iowa. She died before I was born. My father's sisters both wore her dress for their weddings. And now I will have the privilege of wearing it. In some ways, it will be the closest I will ever be able to be to her, physically.

I'm so relieved, with the wedding only 54 days away or something, to finally get those alterations started. (I'll need at least one more fitting.) I'm glad Adam and I didn't have a two-year engagement or something, but I can understand why people do it -- all these details do take time and energy.