I have never imagined that after 8 years of being away from home I’ll be integrating myself again. It was a hard decision to make – coming home after being away from so long, turning my back on glorious job oppurtunities and teeming social life. But the choice was between family and that (jobs and a social life). A family that would soon get separated in not more than five years. So I guess the choice was pretty much made up for me. I chose family.
And for the past weeks I have integrated myself back in. Moved all my stuff, and squeezed myself in. They didn’t expected my return too judging from the fact that I had to find some space for myself. There was absolutely not much space for me and my stuff. But I managed.
And whence I thought it was hard, it was actually easy. Being away from my social life was not as bad as I imagined it to be. I am still jobless but I haven’t really started seriously hunting so I cannot judge anything about that.
The pressures of home are surprisingly manageable also. Afterall if I chose to run off to Manila and hide from all this, I would be a real coward.
So I guess I am fine. Yeah what a word. Domestic living has its own colorful adventures.
