Wedding Bells, PA

I'm back from a gorgeous wedding in Pennsylvania (and I've been back for a while.)

Eva and Mama Wilson

Pennsylvania was full of beautiful surprises. It was nice to see my friend Eva, the bride, as it had been two full years since the last time I saw her. Her wedding was put together largely by her mother, whose organizational skills are envied by moi. (Seriously, she did SUCH a good job organizing everyone and planning out meals and who was staying where. Mad props to her.)

The wedding was great, of course. I was a bridesmaid, and didn't hate it. I actually really loved it, and not just because I was escorted down the aisle by two men in uniform (although that wasn't too shabby.)

Sheer joy.

In fact, this was the fifth wedding I attended this summer, and I can confidently say I don't hate weddings anymore. I guess I've been bitten by a love bug or something.

Very little occurred in Pennsylvania that wasn't associated with the wedding. We all (bridal and grooms party, family, extended family, out of town friends) spent a lot of time together, which brought me back to my roots. I rediscovered how much I love eating food with other people, and bonding that way.

Of course, there were a few other shenanigans.

DSLR selfies are the best selfies.

Namely, a really kickass wedding after party, including all the groomsmen (most of whom were British) singing Mumford and Sons on karaoke, a few of us playing pool, and the obligatory DSLR selfie.

All fun and games and relationshippy things aside, this trip was just glorious because I made friends.

Heidi (pictured next to me) is one of Eva's oldest friends, and I'd heard a lot about her, and it was so great to finally meet her. I can see how she and Eva have been friends for so long--she and I are a lot alike.

I also met a traveling buddy as I got in line to print my boarding pass at the airport. He saw my ASU sweatshirt and said "Oh, you're heading to Arizona?" and BAM I had a traveling buddy to sit with on the plane and eat dinner with during our two hour layover in Chicago between Philadelphia and Phoenix (for him, Tucson.)

It always makes me happy to meet fellow travelers on the road. (Or in the air.)

At the beginning of the summer, I was hesitant to take this trip, but in hindsight, I am so glad I did. This has been a summer filled with travel, and I couldn't imagine a better way to end my summer (but not ending my travel.)

Until next time, friends.

I'm going to LA twice within the next six weeks, and Oregon once.

I'm always going places.