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Thursday, July 14, 2005

i'm still in school and it's already 730pm. The ironic thing is, i'm typing this and delaying my time to return home. I prefer to type here in school. Once i reach home, or my parent-in-laws' place, the lack of privacy just makes it so difficult for me to concentrate, to find a comfortable place to rest. There's always someone walking past me or calling for my attention to certain matter or issue. My mother in law who has always the best intentions for both me and my hubby never ceases to prod me with questions of my well-being, health etc. I just long to have a quiet corner and some peace. I truly miss "home". Not just in reference to my parent's house but a "home" where i've corners for sleeping, reading, reflection; whose rooms and their functions are arbitrary and flexible.

I have a habit of reading in the living room and of doing my work in the dining room when i was "home". Now that is no longer possible. I have never thought how important flexibility of movement was to me until now. I have never thought that i'll miss sitting in the dark on a stool, facing the opened balcony door of my kitchen, looking at the far distance of orange and yellow lights from tall highrise condominiums, enjoying the cool night breeze on a late night when i'm burning the midnight oil and all is quiet, stretching my neck to look up, beyond the concrete slabs into the night sky for any stars peeping out tonight.

I miss my quiet times. Married life is a riotous joy. I have a sneaking suspicion that such quiet times will be few and far between. In fact, they might just never be for me anymore.

posted by happyhannon at 7:25 PM