Oh Look, Krill!

Oh don't worry. Whales don't eat clownfish, they eat krill.


3 weeks in

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It was hard moving out of my parents’ house. I’m leaving behind the home I’ve always known, my comfort zone and the company of my blood relatives, into a different house, with people I meet at most a couple of times a week, before the wedding. It was a change to sleep in a bigger bed and share it with some one. It was strange to have 2 cats under feet most of the time and most of all, getting used to the new bathroom schedules.

I realised how pampered I was; having breakfast already prepared by the time I’m showered and dressed, the laundry done for me, there were fresh bedsheets on the bed weekly. Now I’m the one doing the laundry, the breakfast and the sheets. It’s a learning experience that I’m hoping that I’ll be better at and be able to do it faster.
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