I thought I had it all prepared. I had spent months looking at dresses and guest lists. But somewhere along the way, talking about our wedding β the day that was supposed to be the happiest of our lives β had become simply something to get through, like an important work deadline or a final term paper.
Not on purpose, it just happened. Thomas was unhappy. I was constantly frustrated. And none of us were getting the wedding we dreamed of. So that day on my way home, I realized that something had to be done. After all, this was a once in a lifetime event. There was no do-over and no regrets. So if this was it, it had better be the BEST darned wedding of our lives! It made sense. Thailand had always been special for both of us and it seemed like the perfect place to celebrate our love and concentrate on what really mattered β just the two of us.
We bought the plane tickets that same night and two weeks later we were on our way to Thailand. This post contains referral links for products I love. Adventurous Miriam earns a small commission at no extra cost to you if you purchase through my links. The point of eloping was partially to get married without anyone knowing. We wanted this to be ours alone so everything was arranged in secrecy. Before leaving, I had booked the best hotel I could find, arranged for a wedding photographer and a priest.
We already had a tailor in Bangkok so he made my wedding dress. I had emailed the hotel and ordered a bridal bouquet of purple orchids. They had decorated the hotel room with flower petals and romantic details, and there would be a hair dresser in the hotel to do my hair.
It had been a long flight from Denmark. I was worn out, hungry and slightly annoyed after waiting in customs for two long hours.
