great expectations

What happens when you can’t remember anymore how life was like before meeting him, and can’t bear to imagine what life would be like should it be without him? 

I have met someone who challenges me to grow, who catapulted me into the era I call my ‘Coming of Age’ – teaching me to confront the foreign and uncharted, teaching me to approach life with an open mind, and most of all, making me realise that I must never stop dreaming – be it big or small, the achievable or frivolous – just to never stop.

Is it true that you have just one soulmate – and if that one passes you by, what happens next? 

The higher you rise, the harder you fall they always say.

poignant excerpt

Last spring, Hathaway bought branches of cherry blossom at the Union Square Greenmarket. “They lasted a month and were beautiful even as they died.” She came back from a weekend to find that Follieri, who always liked things “fancier and perfect,” had instructed the maid to throw the branches out. This was the moment when she knew that “we saw things differently.”

- Sally Singer, Vogue, Jan 2009 issue

breaking in the new place and living on samples

The long weekend was spent speeding up and down and in between to ring in our new lives in the new apartment. With the packing, sprucing and errand rushing – together with visiting a new born and a 5 hour jaunt in Ikea, E and I were flat out on our (spanking new, no less) bed at 8.30PM on a Sunday and slept in till the morning after. 

With all that effort, its hard to believe that we’re barely halfway there. My kitchen’s still empty – no pans, blitzers, crock pots nor spice racks. The bookshelf’s not due till end of this year. 3 rooms, 3 WCs, a kitchen, storeroom and a hall sure seems large for 2 adults – no mom yelling over the stove, no kids filling the spaces with laughter, no siblings to roll your eyes to the back of your head with.

Playing house is a fun thing no doubt, but building a home, now that’s a different ball game altogether.