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Four new bedroom cupboards, a new flat television, new mirror and even my own cork board just like the one I used to have in my bedroom back in the Philippines. Where there used to be a single bed now stands a double bed with a new mattress and two sets of bed clothes. I am half-pleased and half worried when I look at our bedroom. It is very generous and kind of my in-laws but it makes me realise that it may be years yet before James and I could get our own place. I don't mind living here with James' parents, they have been very nice to me. But there are instances when I wish we had a place of our own. I am not a morning person. Every one who is close to me knows this for a fact. It takes me a long time to actually wake up in the morning after getting out of bed. I require peace and quiet when I have my first cup of coffee and at least half an hour to ready myself to socialise in the smallest of ways. But here I don't get that luxury, save when every one is at work. I also need time on my own now and again when I feel like it. I could be watching the television screen and may appear to be there but the truth is, I am not really there. But how do I tell this to me in-laws when they knock on the door to ask me very thoughtfully if I am all right? Do I tell them that I am having time with myself and do not want to talked to when they shout to let me know they are home and they tell me how their day has been? Of course I don't. I have gotten used to it though. They deserve my attention when they want it because they give me more than that. It's the least I could do to be honest. I have found a way around it though. In the morning, I don't get up immediately upon waking up when I hear they are around. I lay another half an hour in bed before I get up to condition myself for a little early morning conversation in case my in-laws are around. I am slowly getting used to the British ways. But at the same time I am not forgetting my own ways in which my mother raised me to become the person I am now. I will choose the BESTS of both ways and incorporate them and perhaps it will make me a better person.
05 March 2009
Updates on my boring but steady lucky life.
Four new bedroom cupboards, a new flat television, new mirror and even my own cork board just like the one I used to have in my bedroom back in the Philippines. Where there used to be a single bed now stands a double bed with a new mattress and two sets of bed clothes. I am half-pleased and half worried when I look at our bedroom. It is very generous and kind of my in-laws but it makes me realise that it may be years yet before James and I could get our own place. I don't mind living here with James' parents, they have been very nice to me. But there are instances when I wish we had a place of our own. I am not a morning person. Every one who is close to me knows this for a fact. It takes me a long time to actually wake up in the morning after getting out of bed. I require peace and quiet when I have my first cup of coffee and at least half an hour to ready myself to socialise in the smallest of ways. But here I don't get that luxury, save when every one is at work. I also need time on my own now and again when I feel like it. I could be watching the television screen and may appear to be there but the truth is, I am not really there. But how do I tell this to me in-laws when they knock on the door to ask me very thoughtfully if I am all right? Do I tell them that I am having time with myself and do not want to talked to when they shout to let me know they are home and they tell me how their day has been? Of course I don't. I have gotten used to it though. They deserve my attention when they want it because they give me more than that. It's the least I could do to be honest. I have found a way around it though. In the morning, I don't get up immediately upon waking up when I hear they are around. I lay another half an hour in bed before I get up to condition myself for a little early morning conversation in case my in-laws are around. I am slowly getting used to the British ways. But at the same time I am not forgetting my own ways in which my mother raised me to become the person I am now. I will choose the BESTS of both ways and incorporate them and perhaps it will make me a better person.
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