The Dreaded Name Change

Monday, 24 September 2018


My name. My birth name. Is lovely.

Never liked my middle name, I'll admit. But the rest of it? Golden.

My married name, however, took some building up to. It is not the kind of name that stops people in their tracks to say 'that's pretty,' like the one I was born into. It's not awful, but it's just not... y'know, LOVELY.

As such, I ummed and aaahed over what to do about it. Modern women keep their own name these days, a lot. And I considered it, briefly. But at the end of the day, I want our 1 2 3 4 5 babies to all share my name, and so I went for it. I made the change. And now I am someone new

I don't hate it. In fact, I kinda love it, which I could have predicted if I wasn't so - as D said in his wedding speech - bloody stubborn

What I DO hate, if you're asking, is the dreaded post wedding wedmin that accompanies updating one's identity. I have 20 forms waiting to be signed and sent this weekend, and that's just the start of it. To which I have to say this: thank god for ‘Name Switch’ (a service that did a lot of the heavy lifting for me) thank god for soothing cups of tea and salted caramel macarons and printers that save me from handwritten notes, and thank god for a husband worth this hassle.

#WedminHell #SaveMe #PopTheKettleOnLove

Sigh...

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