I finally decided to really do this blog thing --- seriously. My upcoming move to Dubai will definitely be a marker in this lifetime so I'm up for writing down all the events that would happen in that strange city. Now, I feel like Santiago in The Alchemist, but instead of the pyramids, it is just the oasis up in front of me, with Fatima waiting for his return. You see, my husband works as an engineer in a construction company. It has been two years since he started out and for his third year there, we have decided to make me a part of that Santiago-ish journey of his.
I will be leaving by August 28. It is more real now, having an exact date, instead of just having the month. Before, August loomed ahead, and I was half dreading and half excited about it. Mom and dad would be left behind, with no one to drive for them and what nots. I am their only child and they are in their 70's and 60's already. Now that I think about it, it saddens me thinking that I won't be by their side, and vice versa. Leading such a sheltered life has its perks, you know! And all these times, I was so bent on having my independence and eager to actually start living MY life. And now that I am about to do it, I somehow feel --- I don't know what exactly that feeling is. Oh I am such a lousy liar, I feel sad!!! In its most simple meaning. Sad. Twenty-five years of living with mom and dad surely is a warm and happy place... and made me what I am today. This transition from being the daughter to being the wife needs a lot of practice, if I may say so myself! Haha. What I need to focus on right now is that I will be reunited with my loving hubby and that we will be starting anew in that far away place that soon will be home, too.
Oh, Nya!! Grow up!
**Note: This is actually a re-enactment of mommy and daddy's love story, anyway! But I'll write about that next time.
I will be leaving by August 28. It is more real now, having an exact date, instead of just having the month. Before, August loomed ahead, and I was half dreading and half excited about it. Mom and dad would be left behind, with no one to drive for them and what nots. I am their only child and they are in their 70's and 60's already. Now that I think about it, it saddens me thinking that I won't be by their side, and vice versa. Leading such a sheltered life has its perks, you know! And all these times, I was so bent on having my independence and eager to actually start living MY life. And now that I am about to do it, I somehow feel --- I don't know what exactly that feeling is. Oh I am such a lousy liar, I feel sad!!! In its most simple meaning. Sad. Twenty-five years of living with mom and dad surely is a warm and happy place... and made me what I am today. This transition from being the daughter to being the wife needs a lot of practice, if I may say so myself! Haha. What I need to focus on right now is that I will be reunited with my loving hubby and that we will be starting anew in that far away place that soon will be home, too.
Oh, Nya!! Grow up!
**Note: This is actually a re-enactment of mommy and daddy's love story, anyway! But I'll write about that next time.
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