M's personal belongings are already in a warehouse somewhere in Singapore. This Saturday, they will all find their way to a tiny apartment somewhere up in the North.
I'm expecting dirt. Lots of it. Chaos. Limited space. But I know I will find a very happy husband sitting amongst the boxes filled with his stuff from his childhood in Dhaka to his boarding school days in London to his brief life in Melbourne to his whirlwind romance with Sydney.
Sometimes, in the midst of the corporate rat race chasing after that eternal glory of making more, more, more, we forget to take stock of what's important. In that same process, we forget who we are.
This impending unification between M and his stuff, has reminded me to love me more. To stop running. It reminded me that I was happiest locked in my room, painting or lying in bed with my headphones, listening to music (apart from holding M's hands, of course).
Isn't life worth living? ~ Inspira
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