It's official. I left work early. I visited sterile government buildings. I filled out paperwork. I became Mrs. [new last name].
I'm a little sad because I really liked my last name. My name that linked me to my parents. My name that made me stand out a little. My name that no one could pronounce or spell. I was original and rare. The only other "Kelly Fermanich" is my 36 year old 2nd cousin who is also of the other gender.
I am now one of 847 Kelly [new last name]s in the U.S. (http://www.howmanyofme.com/). Although, I know it is more because the site says there are zero Kelly Fermanichs (I know I exist!) No one can find me. No more "F as in Frank, e-r...". (My name is 6 letters shorter!)
I think it is amusing that I chose to change my name on our 2 month anniversary. It took me two months to accept my new last name. Sure, I thought about hyphenating it, but Fermanich is long enough. I don't even sign all the letters to that one let alone adding a hyphen and six more letters. I'll have a hand cramp everytime I sign my last name.
I always knew I'd take my husband's name, but I didn't realize it would be this hard.