today, i've been married for four years.
marriage is a weird and wonderful thing. weird, because it interesting how it means so many different things to so many different people; and wonderful, because it means that you're never truly alone for too long. mark and i have the ideal relationship in that we respect each other's need for personal space. however, it is also nice to have someone to talk to, spar with, laugh with, dream and reminisce with.
we're doing okay, we are.
this time four years ago, i was traipsing around melbourne, striking ridiculously bollywood poses for a wedding photographer with a perm reminiscent of michael jackson a la jackson five. in retrospect, i don't know why i didn't just clock him when he said 'give that... cheeky look!' for the fiftieth time. i think the heat, the weight of my outfit and the emotional high i was on at the time rendered me helpless.
watched lost in translation again last night, and got all choked up at the end yet again. we had a friend staying with us who is now living in japan - we were supposed to catch up with her before she left for sydney last night but missed her - so we thought going to watch a film set in japan would be the next best thing.