Learning at Home
I have learnt my lesson well. The hard way in fact.
TWO.WEEKS.IS.NOT.ENOUGH.
For going home that is. The 16 hours travelling for one way is not worth it, so to speak.
Granted that I'm back at home, with my family, my friends, my comfort zone and all, it might just have been alright.
This coming home has been a great learning curve. Be it a wanted and expected or random and surprising it has hit its mark. I'd like to think that it has made me better but as it was mostly, new realisations and it has only been a week since I got back, I think I 'll give it sometime.
Right, anyways in two weeks I got married. Again. Thankfully to the same man. =) Our parents wanted to have the good ol'church wedding ceremony and as we are dutiful (ahem, ahem) members of the society we obliged. Thinking about it though, I'm glad we did. For there was nothing more remarkable than sharing the moment with people who matters.
Then I also got to meet and know people that WILL matter. Eventually. That's the difference I now see. It was lovely for it was a surprise and spontaneous dinner arranged by MIL but just as well it was nerve- racking for the very same reasons too. It was a night of how do you do's.
It was also a homecoming of letting go. For now I know that I can never go back to my 'ME' place. For my family I will never be the single Marianne they still thought and remember me for, my friends the happy go lucky girl who can just ride with the wind and follow anything goes, and love ones who will have all the love I have to give.
Instead, they got the-'ME' now. A part of whole.
It was a homecoming of adjustments, for now two different worlds tries to exists closely side by side. It will be a long journey but it'll be one I will gladly trek.
