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So this is married life…

I celebrated my first wedding anniversary yesterday. Frankly, I didn’t feel any different today than I do yesterday or the day before that. My relationship to Dude hasn’t changed one bit since we started dating in 2010, just that he’s the last person I see before I sleep and the first person I see when I wake up.

In the year that I’ve been married, we made a home together, spend almost all free time together, and head to work almost everyday together. He’s such a big part of my life that when he went to reservist the two weeks preceding our wedding anniversary, I felt lonely in a way that I’m not accustomed to. I had to relearn how to sleep alone (all covered up to the point where all you can see is a big lump of blankets and pillows), to eat what ever is available for breakfast because making breakfast for 1 is such a hassle (I ended up with coffee and left over Eid goodies), and spending my commute to work, playing more games on my phone that I normally would.

In the one year, I realised how much my priorities have changed. Family takes precedence over my work. I spend most mornings and evenings prepping for his¬†lunches instead of dumping everything and sitting down to watch tv. His work shirts get priority over all other laundry piles, and they get ironed before the weekend is over, even if it means cutting short our outings. Trying to get all of us eating healthier means trying out new things to cook, new recipes and even new ingredients, even if it’s a little strange.

I never thought that married life would be like this but I wouldn’t change it for anything.¬†


When do you know that you’re an adult?

When I was a child, I wanted to grow up quickly. I wanted to be able to go out and not have a curfew. I wanted to have more spending money. At 15, it looked like being older, of being of age, seemed like a really wonderful thing. Something to look forward to.

At 31, I wonder more than once if I’m already an adult or am I still the same child. My parents still ask me where I’m going and what time I’ll be back. I still like getting ice cream from the ice cream vendors by the Singapore River. My mom still tells me to eat my vegetables and not play with my food.

But then, there’s the proverbial marriage questions that are coming more frequently.My mother’s absolutely unsubtle mentions of a son-in-law and grandkids. My sisters’ insistence for me to move out of the house so that they can have my room.

So when do you know that you’re an adult?

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