As I was app-surfing my iPhone (with the intention of "phone-keeping"), I once again stumble upon my blogger app.
Before I started feeling guilty about not being diligent in blogging, I realized this time round I truly had a reason to be busy.
I became a Missus.
I became a home-owner.
I became the "iron"woman.
I gave out my first angbao.
Putting aside work, my personal life had been (and still is) evolving at an exponential rate since the beginning of 2012. In fact, it is no longer I but we for most things happening to and by me. The equation is now 1 + 1 = 1. That is not even taking into account the immediate family and then the extended and then the mutual friends and then the other friends and then the work and... you get the drift. Although we seem to be doing less couple activities, there is this delicate communication that subtlely happens, which in turn needs to be delicately managed via verbal n non-verbal cues. Many things I've learnt to let go and let life. Yes, it is not typo, let life 'cause there are so many things we cannot grasp and we shouldn't control. It's not pessimism, is pragmatism.
Setting up my own nest is also a never-ending process. Things are never good enough. Storage never sufficient. There's always a better one. This looks good with that. Little things that fill up our home. A few days ago the topic of moving out of our own homes popped up. The question of reluctance of moving when such times came was posed. The focus was on the emotions. Without a thought, I replied that I'll be fine when that time comes because we haven't put that much effort to our place. But now I question myself, would that inevitably inhibit my motivation to provide further to my home and make it truly ours? My quick-fix answer is that it's the people that makes the place how it makes us feel. So let me go work on that community centre concept. After work, of course.
