My friend made it to our farm after a long journey from West Ukraine through Romania, Italy, France and all the way across Spain to the south. I picked them up on Friday night. Before that sleeping in a hotel and eating nice food out, having a drink to celebrate our wedding felt wrong. Cognitive dissonance. There’s also this constant mental exhaustion going on together with a constant upset stomach.
My wedding was on Friday afternoon, we left soon after the ceremony and made it home only at 2am after pickup up my friend at the Granada bus station. That was a long and exhausting day.
The in laws from outside of Kyiv and my parents from Malta attended the wedding on the phone. We had 3 friends there too. If we could have made it some other way I would have cancelled the whole thing and delayed in until they could make it in person. It was a no fuss wedding. Anton was beaming and despite my state of mind I too cracked a smile now and then.
I spent yesterday showing my friend around, dealing with the plumber who hasn’t finished the work yet so we are still without a functioning bathroom and kitchen.
Only now Sunday night I have managed to somehow have enough mental space to start getting up to speed with this upcoming week’s work. I am very behind. On everything.
