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Leaving home

Filed under Love & relationships

We spent the weekend travelling the distance to the new place, and I got my fingers all wrinkled up from the over-exposure to Cif (cream cleanser for stubborn grease stains). The hob's clean and shiny now, minus the FAGOR label on the side (Cif is so effective the scrubbing got rid of the logo as well!). Eric thinks I'm turning into your average housewife, but I reckon its in the natural course of an ordinary woman's life.

My hubby-to-be will be moving into the new place in week or so, and I've got just over two more months before leaving my mommy's nest.

Honestly, I'm not sure if my mother's too keen on me getting married and moving out. She's spoken about the day since forever, or, at least, ever since I got out of school, Mom's been pestering me to find 'a good guy' and settle down. So now that I've found a considerably acceptable guy who wants me as a wife, Mom's little wish is finally coming true. But her behaviors getting erratic, sometimes she's over eager for the big day to come, other times she seems moody and unhappy, blabbing about 'you're not going to stay here very soon, aiyah you don't want me anymore.'

I can't say that my mom's behavior doesn't affect me. Obviously I'm overjoyed and looking forward to the day when I'll walk down the aisle, and yet, I do get a little teary at the eyes. Mom and me have been like two peas in a pod, and especially afte Dad left, we've grown extraordinarily close. Sure, Eric and I have promised to visit both our mothers as often as possible, and I'll be calling Mom every other day, but I do feel sad about moving out of my mother's home. Its not the first time, since I've stayed on campus during my varsity years before, but obviously getting married and becoming Mrs. Eric, its a different ball game altogether.

I'll ramble on about this again and again, I suppose. There's a lot of random thoughts running havoc in my head.