I was supposed to be home ( where my parents live ) tonight with my dear son, only if my father wasn't as stone hearted as he is now, and probably for the longest time I could imagine. My son would've spent time with his favorite cousin in the world and I would've filled my tummy with my dear mom's home cooking and expensive groceries. I would've packed more things ( my son's toys mostly ) to bring where we live now and enjoyed a night sleeping in our air-conditioned room. I would've looked at all the stuff we left and figured how come we survived the last three weeks without any of it. I would've stayed and contemplated why we left in the first place and maybe turn back time. I could have, but I couldn't.
I haven't watched TV ( missing a lot on my favorite night soap operas ) for the last three weeks because the TV in our new place is broken and we can't buy one just yet. I haven't freely surfed the net and tired my eyes on my laptop, too. I was in a rush the time we left home I forgot to bring my favorite gadget, and a lot more things. The last time I shopped was a little after Christmas, which was last year. There's just so much difference that I sometimes think I could snap and have a change of heart. But I couldn't, and won't.
I made a choice, a tough one. And it's my time to get on my feet and prove them wrong.
I am quite surprised we survived. Happiness is truly a choice. Contentment is next. I am still working on it, and I can try harder. In two more days, I will turn thirty. And for that Lord, please bless me with the gift of contentment... Thank You!