To say that the past month was a wild ride would be so great an understatement it borders on falsehood. To say it was one of the best months of my life thus far…that gets us a bit closer to the truth.
The joy of May 2018 started way back in January 2017, when I put a deposit down on a trip to Budapest, Vienna, and Prague through EF Ultimate Break. Over a year of monthly payments later, I finally got to board a plane bound for Europe on May 11.
It was a whirlwind of a week. We visited 4 countries in 8 days: Hungary, Austria, Slovakia, and the Czech Republic. I did a shot of palinka in Szimpla Kert, Budapest’s most famous ruin pub, and took a dip in the Széchenyi Thermal Baths. I trekked across Vienna in the rain for a piece of sachertorte from the infamous Cafe Sacher and wandered the catacombs beneath St. Stephen’s Cathedral. I visited The Bone Church in Kutna Hora, got addicted to chimney cake, and got my very first tattoo in Prague. I fit more into that week abroad than I thought possible, and yet there is so much more I wish I could have done and seen. But such is the curse of wanderlust; there will always be more.
It was a whirlwind of a trip, both incredibly long and far too short all at once. And then I was on a plane home. A brief delay at the Paris airport (which I would pay good money to never have to fly through again) and an audio book later and I was back in Detroit.
I slept for most of the next day, and then life begrudgingly returned to normal.
For a grand total of four days.
I went to bed Friday night with no idea anything was going on. I think that is what surprises me most. Joe is not known for subtlety when he’s excited about something.
He woke me up at seven on Saturday morning, kissing me on the nose. I did what any perfectly reasonable person would do when their taller half was trying to wake them up at seven on a Saturday morning: I ignored him. But he persisted. I finally opened my eyes, intending to point out to him that my alarm had not gone off yet, and found a ring box in front of me.
The pictures really don’t do it justice. To quote the cliche: the boy did good. The ring was handmade by an artist on Etsy. The band is designed to look like branches and the stone is an Ethiopian opal. If you think it’s pretty in the pictures, you should see what it looks like in the sunlight.
Joe and I have been together for nearly eight and a half years and we’ve known for quite awhile that we’d found our person, but getting engaged has still be very exciting. He has apparently been planning to wake me up to propose to me for the better part of six years, because, and I quote, it’s the only way he could be sure I wouldn’t see it coming.
He’s probably right.