Coming back home alone is good. But coming back to a home where you live together with your beloved spouse is better.
..or so I thought recently.
I love my room where I live alone in my boarding house. I don’t have any problem with that.
But I don’t know exactly since when, I’d started to depict an image;
I came back home from work with boyfriend to a house where we lived together. We were both tired after a long day at work and the unfriendly traffic on our way back home. I still had to cook dinner for us and tidying the house. But I did all of them happily.
I didn’t really like that kind of visualization before. I always think that living with a spouse (or in another word, got married to someone) is such a troublesome thing. Having to take care for another person in my life (other than myself) is just…
I don’t know, maybe I just wasn’t prepared for that. (because I’m too lazy and still want to live my life arbitrarily. YES I ADMIT THAT. lol)
Whoa, so am I ready to get into a serious commitment (a.k.a Marriage) since I’m able to depict such a visualization in my mind now?
Honestly, I don’t know. (and it’s not like boyfriend had already proposed to me so I still have a lot of time to get myself ready or to think about it)
All I know is just that now the image I had in my head, which I have to spent my days with boyfriend (or husband?) under the same roof, is – surprisingly – not terrifying anymore. I suddenly feel that it’s not a troublesome thing anymore.
Rather, I think that image…
and I like that. 🙂