My first travel to my second home

When we think of traveling, it gives a feeling of excitement. We plan about what to bring, how much budget needed, where to go while the rest remain unplan...and that's where real adventure begins. It's when you don't have to plan it but just enjoy the ride wherever your feet lead.

Early spring, a week before my birthday, I left my country. It was my first time to go on a long travel..to another foreign land, far away from home. I remember so well while I was waiting for my flight, I wasn't thinking much about how it feels to be far from my family and good friends, I didn't soak myself to being emotional at all. I just kept praying for a safe flight because I have fear with plane ride. I'm not used to traveling such great distance. I'm an ordinary woman, content with my own comfort zone, the city I will always call home. I didn't get a good sleep in the plane, I was always anxious, however, praying. But the moment the plane landed in the airport, where my final destination was, I forgot the world around me for a while, emotion crept my whole vein, thought of my family, and then cried in silence. Just when I realized that the plane was almost empty and everybody went out, I headed and took my luggage. And then, I saw my husband, waiting for me anxiously from the exit door. Perhaps overwhelmed by my presence, we walked around the parking lot for almost half an hour, searching for his car. He forgot where he parked it. Right then, I started to feel the cold wind of this foreign land.

My first few months here was full of experiment. Dealing with Vince everyday, getting to know every detail of the house, all that one had to discover in marriage. We don't live in a big house. We live in a simple apartment with two bedrooms, one restroom, one kitchen, and one guest room.Vince is an ordinary laborer, responsible and content with what's simple and ordinary. I remember I told myself myself once, I don't want to marry a rich man, I only want a simple man who is responsible and will love me as I am. Indeed, God was listening. :)

I will park my contemplation for now...until next thought.