I met my soul mate at the beginning of the year. It sounds cliché but it’s true, he is my soul mate and I can no longer picture a future without him and as someone who’s spent the last 19 years as a fiercely independent woman, and somewhat channeling both Beyoncé and the lone wolf stereotype, that’s quite a big deal. So when he proposed - I said yes!
At the grand age of nineteen, getting engaged has drawn some attention, tuts, being ignored, and the odd ‘Really?’ with accompanying raised eyebrow; apparently it’s not the done thing to get engaged young anymore, who knew! People seem to think that I’m suddenly going to morph in to a housewife who bakes and has the dinner on the table ready for when my husband gets home. Don’t get me wrong, that all sounds dreamy, but I have already have plans and having a ring on my finger, and a pretty awesome guy in my life, doesn’t change that.
On the 16th of September, I will be starting university and, for three years, my wedding will be on hold, because to me, my education comes first. I worked hard to get my place there and I’m not going to drop out because that’s what everyone is expecting me to do now that I’m engaged. I will be getting married in September 2016, after I've graduated, and that is just fine. I'm in no rush and neither is my fiancé (when is that going to stop feeling incredibly weird to say?).
After that? I don’t know. Like I said, being at home sounds awfully dreamy and when you factor in one or two little people, with little hands, helping me bake, it becomes picture perfect. So maybe I’ll be a mother first. Maybe I'll find my dream job and babies will be put on hold too. Who knows? All I know is that I'm not working to anyone else's plan, I'm working to mine and my fiancé’s and just because someone thinks I'm too young to be engaged, or that three years is too long to wait for your wedding, doesn't mean that my plan is flawed. I’m happy, he’s happy, that’s all that matters.