Identity Crisis

From the moment my husband slipped that diamond ring on my finger 5 years ago, there loomed a tiny dark cloud over our pending nuptials. The issue of whether or not I would take his name had been heatedly debated numerous times over the course of our relationship and that sparkly object represented the fact that a decision was close at hand…sort of.

I had my reasons then, and STILL do, for why I have such a difficult time saying goodbye to my maiden name, Zufferli ( Zoo-fur-lee).

For one, do you know how long it took me to learn to spell it, let alone pronounce it properly? It’s undoubtedly the reason I excelled at reading and writing from a young age ; I didn’t have a choice.

It’s extremely uncommon..at least on my continent! If you find a Zufferli in Canada, they’re not only related to me, they were most likely present at every major event in my life.

There’s also the fact that I put a lot of time and effort into ensuring Christina Zufferli is someone who can be google searched without disaster. Seriously…try it.

And let’s face it… Zufferli is just an overall awesome name. I love signing the “Z” with the flourish of Zorro on all documents; formal or otherwise. It’s a right reserved for the “Z’s” of the world and I’ve appreciated this privilege for over 25 years.

Bottom line? Zufferli is ME and Cacciotti is one half of a WE. Sure, Cacciotti is great as far as married names go. It’s still Italian… it rolls off your tongue and, quite frankly, Christina Cacciotti just sounds like someone who has her shit together.

However, my blog is called The Zuf Truth for a reason- It’s everything I’ve learned about life so far.. and so far I’ve faced this world as a Zufferli… So in a few weeks when I finally take the plunge and change my last name ( nearly 3 years after becoming a Mrs.), I may have to shed a few tears.

One chapter ends, and the next begins. On the bright side, my days at the end of alphabetized line up are over!