dizziziT! (one of many backlogs)

In a span of a few months, a lot has changed in my life. I remember my cousin Carl telling me before that our life in the Philippines was like "just another episode of The Hills," a regular day was... well, no regular day - going to the gym, eating out, drinking with friends, preparing for my big wedding; but that life seems so far away from me now. I am in a different country, doing chores like clockwork, thinking of what to cook for breakfast or dinner, and eating out in food courts and chocolates and ice cream in the fridge is considered a luxury.

Yes, I've come a long way. And of course, I miss my old life. Who wouldn't? I miss my bedroom and my computer, shopping with my girls, working out with my mother, weekend lunches or dinners with the family. Eating whatever I want without having to lift a finger, buying my own clothes with my own money. But despite of all the things I've lost and the somehow radical change in lifestyle, I don't regret leaving and being here.

I know it's tough, and quite frankly, I wasn't raised ready for this. But I'm learning and experiencing so many things. I honestly never thought I could do it, but here I am, doing it anyway. Lord knows I need years of practice to be good at this, but somehow I'm making it work. Hey, I'm running a household! It's a two-member household, but still. And I know I really don't need to earn it, but it's nice to see my husband appreciating me in that light - as a devoted housewife. It feels good to know that I earned it and I deserve the respect he has for me. So, that's how wives get that know-it-all demeanor. Anyway, it's an honor to be witnessing the start of something beautiful - our budding home. I would trade anything to be here right now. With my husband, building our family, our life, piece by piece, step by step, one day at a time. Our little place, from being an empty nest where we sleep, it now feels like home. I love the feeling of cooking him breakfast in our table for two, and getting a text from him in the middle of the day, knowing that he's eager to come home. And nothing beats snuggling up to him in our small, cozy bed. I loved my old life, but I know that I'm right where I should be, where I want to be.

And I remember that I used to just dream about it, but now we're finally here. Who knows? the things that I dream of today, that's where we'll be in five years or so. So like I always say: this is it. No, this is really is it!