While I’m still here, I thought I’d let you know that I’ve had an amazing time at your lovely home, husband and I.
The warmth, the conversations, the food and the brotherly love will always remain with us. Thank you for opening your home to us!
It’s been a strange few days with family, I don’t feel so connected like that anymore, the food is now different, and the conversation topics have changed. People struggling to speak and the laughter so hurriedly patched. Everything changes once you are married, I’ve been told that but as it happens, it sinks in and you are more surprised.
I am not the same person anymore, even if I looked the same. My ideas and perceptions are shifting not a great deal though, but it’s shifting. The looks I got when offered food and when I decline the beef, the eyebrow were raised, the eye contacts, and the worried look was embraced by a smile from my husband.
They want to ask him why, but his smile was confusing.
Everyone is asking about kids, and my face goes cold, my laughter halts abruptly. It’s very hard to communicate your ideas; much harder when your own ideas are the ones for you, so I’ve been told. Must you even communicate your ideas?
People insisting they are giving you invaluable ideas, what happened to asking what are your plans and not giving you one?
I want to withdraw into my space and talk to myself or maybe read a book.
I’m bloated from so much food, drinks and more food! My head is still buzzing from the noise and the excitement.
Time to pack the bags and make the journey back.
New project looms in my head!