Born On A Cusp

I got married in December after three years of a long-distance relationship and had made a decision to be with my husband. So after more than four full months of being apart — married but not married, it seemed — I finally made the move. I have left my job — with which I was madly in-love — and am now looking forward to engaging a different career path. (Funny that I do not feel like I have left my family because to me, we will always be family, no matter that we are oceans apart. As for my friends, they’re all scattered all over the globe too.)

The life-altering decision was difficult, but something that I happily made. Not that I stopped caring about Manila, my family, my job, or my country. I guess you could say it was simply a firm belief that when my stars were summoning me, I could not say no.

So here I am, an alien in a sensuous city, taking baby steps to beginning a life that promises only to be full of adventure. I do not have illusions. Neither of Delhi, nor of married life. I have no blinders nor rose-tinted glasses. I can see clearly, and what I see thrills me. Though I have just barely started. As FrenchBeard says, we’ve only just begun cutting down the trees to make the paper on which I will write my book. (Wait, that wasn’t environment-friendly at all, was it? Better, we are just beginning to collect elephant dung to make recycled paper with on which I will write my book.)