I find it remarkably amazing that in 24 hours I have felt my emotions adjust from one of immaturity and anxiety to ones of realisation, comfort and security. What turned out to be a simple get-away-from-it-all trip has turned into an extraordinary gift sent only from the Man upstairs.
24 hours ago, we woke up and dumped a couple of swim suits and shorts into an ESPN (irony) gym bag and headed to the sweet, serene calm of Avillion,Port Dickson. We shared a nasi goreng Indonesia and sipped whiskey ginger-ale at the Yacht Club while theatening Avillion staff to get our rooms ready due to an "important" meeting in the evening. We sat under a coconut tree and cooed at a little blonde blue-eyed toddler in her pampers.
Fast forward to sitting by the deep blue Avillion pool, sipping Ale that we brought along with us. Absolute bliss. Then a glutton feast for dinner and a comatose bumblebee. As the new dawn of a new day arose, so did the comatose bumblebee and the foul stench of the dreaded 9 slowly faded away.
I was awoken by a certain bumblebee at the side of my bed with a tiny box in hand.
Fast forward to lying in bed with my fiance and slowly recollecting the entire sequence of the day. The amount of hapiness that welled inside of me could fill a 100 dragon jars. I have never felt so sure of something ever in my life. I can do this.
It's crazy how a tiny (well, not that tiny! 1 karat to be exact!) piece of accesory worn on a finger no ring has ever been on (well, not ever been on! 3 days to be exact!) can have such a huge impact on one's entire reason of existence. I understand now why Marion St. Claire (Bride Wars) said that your life only begins once you are married and that right now you are dead.
I have been dead all this while, until now.
So while I am finding it hard, writing this with such a load on my left hand (phew!) I am excited and feeling really positive about this.
I know this is it.
Till death do us part.
24 hours ago, we woke up and dumped a couple of swim suits and shorts into an ESPN (irony) gym bag and headed to the sweet, serene calm of Avillion,Port Dickson. We shared a nasi goreng Indonesia and sipped whiskey ginger-ale at the Yacht Club while theatening Avillion staff to get our rooms ready due to an "important" meeting in the evening. We sat under a coconut tree and cooed at a little blonde blue-eyed toddler in her pampers.
Fast forward to sitting by the deep blue Avillion pool, sipping Ale that we brought along with us. Absolute bliss. Then a glutton feast for dinner and a comatose bumblebee. As the new dawn of a new day arose, so did the comatose bumblebee and the foul stench of the dreaded 9 slowly faded away.
I was awoken by a certain bumblebee at the side of my bed with a tiny box in hand.
Fast forward to lying in bed with my fiance and slowly recollecting the entire sequence of the day. The amount of hapiness that welled inside of me could fill a 100 dragon jars. I have never felt so sure of something ever in my life. I can do this.
It's crazy how a tiny (well, not that tiny! 1 karat to be exact!) piece of accesory worn on a finger no ring has ever been on (well, not ever been on! 3 days to be exact!) can have such a huge impact on one's entire reason of existence. I understand now why Marion St. Claire (Bride Wars) said that your life only begins once you are married and that right now you are dead.
I have been dead all this while, until now.
So while I am finding it hard, writing this with such a load on my left hand (phew!) I am excited and feeling really positive about this.
I know this is it.
Till death do us part.
