Ever since I became engaged, I’ve been thinking about certain traditions which I would like to incorporate into mine and Mr. Big’s wedding. Mr. Big is quintessentially a Kiwi with some Dutch in him, and so didn’t really have anything to put forward. When I asked his parents, they were also very easygoing about traditions, and didn’t have much to put forward either (except for one, which will be talked about in more detail in the next post!).
As an atheist, Mr Bighorn also doesn’t have any spiritual or religious traditions that are significant to him. As a Buddhist myself, I also didn’t really have any religious traditions for the wedding (although, funnily, a lot of people assumed we’d get married in a temple). As I was born and raised in Australia, despite my Chinese heritage, and my parents are from Indonesia, I wouldn’t necessarily call myself traditional.
However, my parents definitely are, and during the early (and much later) parts of our planning, have pushed particular traditions onto both Mr. Big and me.
Because of this, Mr. Bighorn and I suffered from what one could call “culture shock.” Urban Dictionary defines “culture shock” as the shock of moving from one culture to another, often associated with laws, traditions, food, music and general lifestyle choices.