I'm on the verge of being, officially, known by a different name. It's exciting and strange all at the same time. I always knew that I wanted to change my name when I got married, but now that the time is here I am starting to have some nostalgia about the official switch. I know I can technically go by whatever last name or combination of names that I want and in many instances I will include my maiden name so people can connect who I am. Legally, though, I'll have one name and it will be different.
Currently, I'm in the "in between" phase with my bible study name tag having one name and me calling myself by another. Sometimes I forget, 'Oh, I'm sorry, I just got married! I'm having trouble remembering my name!" haha It doesn't help that my husband and I affectionately call each other by both our first and last names (my maiden name of course). This term of endearment is a nod to my college roommate's son who has always called me by both names--it's kind of like my first name he says!
My sense of nostalgia come mainly from it being a very outward sign of my life change when inwardly I'm still adjusting to the change. I studied journalism in college so I resonate with the written word. Seeing a different last name on the signature line helps put into perspective all the changes that have happened over the last few months. The longtime single life to married life with two cats, two fish tanks and two frogs has gone great, but my mind hasn't caught up to all of it! When Chad and I were dating, I never wanted to "jinx" my relationship by trying out how his last name might look as my last name. Up until I got married, I think I had only written out my now new name a handful of times thinking "I definitely don't want to mess anything up!" haha
So, with all this being said, it's time to go work on perfecting my new signature, get some snacks and a drink and prepare myself for the line at the Social Security Office to get this next phase of life started.