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I'm starting to feel a little sad about changing my last name. Don't get me wrong, I am so beyond excited to get married! Like oh man it can't come fast enough! And I'm very excited to be Mrs. Gomez. I've spent countless hours perfecting my new signature, mostly in physics back in high school ha! 

But, this had been my last name for so long. This is the name people find me by. I love being at the end of the alphabet. I love the cute voices of the primary kids calling me Sister Wiechman! My last name is so unique and ties me to my family and my crazy ancestors. I'm going from such an easily recognizable name to one that is much more common. I know sooo many people who have the last name Gomez. And, the last name Gomez has always made me think of hamsters. Yes, hamsters. That would be this ladies fault. 

                                     
I always associate the name Gomez with this. While trying to find a picture for this post, I saw that this guinea pigs name is Agent Juarez not Gomez. Those are very different. But, the association was made Nd that's that. Sammy and I joke that my name should be Mrs. Hamster. I definitely want at shirt made with that name on it. 

As I was feeling sad, I remembered the quote from Romeo about how a rose by any other name would smell just as sweet. And it's true! I'm still going to be me, I'm still going to be Kylee. I'm not the biggest fan of change and this scares me. 

I can't be the only one out there who feels a little sad about changing her last name. What were your thoughts? And I know there's the whole just keep your last name or hyphen it thing but I'm not going that route. 

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  1. SamaraMay 5, 2014 at 7:31 PM

    When I was growing up, I hated anything unique about myself, so I think it's really interesting that you like your last name for its uniqueness :) I hated that my first name was Bridget-- I didn't know anyone else by that name, but I knew a ton of Brittany's and that's all I wanted my name to be. I hated that I had green eyes, because all of my friends had pretty brown eyes, and that's what I wanted. (Or sometimes I'd hate that I had dark hair, because if I had light eyes, I should also have light hair. But even blonde hair and brown eyes was really pretty, so it was mostly the eye color thing). I was mad at my parents when I had to buy lunch at school (or so they say... I don't recall this) and I was mad when I had to bring a lunch because it was always in a brown paper bag and I just wanted a cool lunch box like everyone else. But when I got a cool lunch box, it had Barbie on it, so I couldn't bring that, I would be made fun of! Ugh. ;) Such a rough life I lead.

    Anyway, to this day I'm still kinda excited for getting married because I hope I'll have a slightly more common last name. I suppose also I'm excited because marriage is awesome, but mostly the last name thing haha. And I also think I'll miss having such a unique last name, now that I've had 22 years to get over not being the exact same as everyone else.

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