5 months after getting married, we move into our home. It has been a crazy month, packing, chucking and unpacking. Furnishing the home in 3.5 weeks and under 3.5k (yes, it’s possible! Someday I will write a book on it. Or maybe an article. Or maybe just a blog post. pfft.) and getting it into a liveable condition in 2.5 days. We still have a room full of boxes, but I’m not fussed. I have 3 more days to get that in order, before the constants come over for a party and that should be enough. I hope.
I feel settled, calm. Sometimes, I can hear the gentle lapping of waves on the shore. It comes quite suddenly, and I stop and embrace the moment. Changed the job environment as well, and I feel alot lighter. It has been comforting to come back to this place and I hope this will lead me in the right direction.
I have never been one to celebrate Valentine’s Day. In school, I used the opportunity to bake cookies for friends/make flower arrangements/have dinners with friends. The one Valentine’s Day I did celebrate was a double date, and funnily enough, both couples didn’t last for different reasons.
Last year, we had an F4 dinner. Just the usual dinner, nothing special. I thought this was how the Man liked it, and I didn’t put much thought into it. We feel that it’s too commercialised, and besides, there shouldn’t just be 1 specific day to celebrate your love.
Last night, the Man surprised me. He told me that he was preparing dinner. I was expecting a quick pasta dish and told him that I’d make a quick dessert. But I came home to a 3 course dinner. He was so cute, he told me not to change out of my workwear and even went to change into something nice. Pan fried foie gras on a mushroom onion reduction, pan fried cod, grilled vegetables, sweet corn and champ. We ended up stuffing ourselves silly just so we would not waste food. And we had no room left for dessert.
I liked it that we celebrated it in our own quiet way. Just the two of us. In our nest.
The best V day I’ve had so far.
I am finally home.
Nice:) Lovely