My Japan Wedding
Written by Elisabeth on May 23, 2009 – 14:32 -
It was not like I had imagined, getting married. It was bigger, better and cliche enough I felt slightly different after. Giddy, yes, but also like a more improved version of myself and like I had clicked together for good with the man I love so much it’s hard to believe.
Family and friends were left behind in Norway, and we travelled to the wonderful futuristic land that is Japan. Our first night there was all sounds and light and tons and tons of very short and skinny people looking slightly desperate if we needed to talk with them. We walked around, gawking, being ever the tourist - but in Japan never feeling out of place with a camera because the natives, true to form, shoots away like crazy.
The Day of the Wedding I was finally rested. A night in the softest bed with the softest pillows and the softest comforter after taking a bath in the most luxurious bath tub had transformed my aching and travel-sore body almost back to its normal self. We woke up, had breakfast while overlooking the Imperial Gardens before we made ourselves presentable in our wedding outfits.
I had worked so hard on my dress-now-skirt (much to the scorn and ridicule of some and impressed noises of others) and it was ready and newly ironed just waiting for me to slip into it. And it was good, it was made by me - a one of a kind skirt exactly like I wanted with butterflies swarming.
The butterflies on my skirt though were nothing like the butterflies that flew around and around in my stomach on the way to the wedding ceremony. We both looked kind of pale and stared out of the window in the cab. We both felt this to be huge and real.
The ceremony itself was short. It felt like some sort of culture clash to be at the Norwegian Embassy after having spent the last two weeks solely amongst the Japanese, but the nice, very Norwegian lady wed us properly. It was a feeling to say “yes”. A feeling like no other feeling I have ever felt. It was true and good and huge and solid.
And then we went out in the sun lit Tokyo morning, cheesy, hand in hand -giggling whilst saying “wife” and “husband”. Then we took our newly wed selves, my home made skirt and the husbands home made robot tie out for ice cream. We felt ever so good about our selves; not only had we managed to get wed without the accompanying stress of having stressed out family around but we had our wedding in Japan!
For the rest of the day? Well, we made good use of having rented a very, very expencive suite for the wedding and also had dinner at one of Tokyo’s more fancy restaurants. So far, a good month into being married, I can strongly recommend married life - at least it agrees well with me.
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