It's the 1st day in March.
Officially less than 3 months to the wedding and my moving out of the house which I lived in for the past twenty odd years.
I feel that time is not on my side; I do not have enough of it to cherish the things around me amid my busy working schedule.
In less than 3 months, I will be living together with 3 other men in the house, a vast difference from the current one of 3 other women. I need to adjust to it. No more funny antics of doing things my own way - not locking the door while showering, roaming around the house without a ***, slouching lazily on my sofa, peeling the dead skin on my feet while on the sofa (yucks, I know..).
I kept emphasising to Mommy of the time I have left in this house and this never fail to make her eyes teary. I'm bad, I know. But I just want her to cherish me even more.
She is very concerned about my moving into a different environment and staying with Henry's family, not because she's worried about the difficult MIL-DIL relationship that we have all heard of. She knew my MIL is a very nice MIL.
Mommy knew my character well enough that I'm not a child who knows how to say honeyed words or get into the good books of the elderly easily since young. I was never the one to gain the favour of the elderly as compared to my 2 other sisters. This was what got Mommy worried.
She told me incessantly of what I should do daily when I move over and to call her every night.
I'm going to miss Mommy, Daddy, the 2 sisters and the Pooh Pooh......