It scares me a little when he initiates a serious conversation, my mind would start to wander...
Uh oh! What have I done wrong this time? Did I overspend in Korea and burst his credit card limit?!
In the end, it wasn't about his credit card bills but rather it was a discussion about us moving abroad for his work in the near future.
By abroad, I meant Europe.
The continent which I have never in my life stepped a foot in before.
The continent that is at least a 16 hours flight away.
The continent which once I step foot in, I'm gonna be staying there for the next 3 years of my life.
From the day he entered the company, he warned me about the move. I kid around and said "Woohoo! I get to be an expat and stay in a country with four seasons! I shan't work and you will bring home all the money TO ME! YES!!!"
He rolled his eyes and tickled all my laughter out of me.
The idea seemed fun then, but as reality starts to hit... it sounds petrifying.
I will be leaving behind everything that I am familiar with. I don't know which European country that I will be moving to, and if it is anything but London... I'm screwed because I can't speak a word of French or German.
I will be leaving behind my family, my friends, my work here in Singapore... Hell, I just met and made some great blogger friends. I just started with blogging full time. I am not ready to bid my job and my blogger friends goodbye.
Thankfully I have 3 more years (starting this year) before the move. Till then I am gonna work hard and cherish everyone around me.
I don't plan to give up blogging just because I am going abroad. I am bringing it with me, and if that is to happen, it means I have to enter the international market and work with BIG brands.
Oh wait, I digressed. "He almost spilled the date!"
So in the midst of our discussion, he randomly told me that he shared with his superior (whom he had a work/life-planning discussion with earlier on in the day) on when he would be proposing to me.
The 'normal' me would have screamed my lungs out and pestered him to tell me every single detail including the day, date, time and how it would be happening. I wouldn't let him
But um... I guess I was a tad abnormal that night.
I covered my ears with both hands like 🙉, and told him not to tell me a damn thing at all.
I was overwhelmed enough. I didn't need more things on my mind — although duh, it did get on my mind or I wouldn't be composing this post right now!
And also because... I didn't wanna spend the next few years of my life hopping around, forever wondering when he would be getting to it, would it be today or tomorrow, how is it gonna be done, etc etc. Life is gonna be so tiresome that way OMG.
In the end, despite my warning to NOT TELL ME ANYTHING AT ALL, he still let out one piece of information: It isn't gonna be this year.
I grunted at the additional piece of information, and also heaved a huge sigh of relief because... I'M GONNA GET TO AVOID WEDDING PLANNING FOR ANOTHER YEAR!!!! HIP HIP HOORAY!!!!!!!
I know, fucking ironical that I am spilling my delight of getting to avoid MY WEDDING PLANNING on MY WEDDING BLOG.
Hey don't judge! Wedding planning is no easy piece of cake, especially for someone like me who has changed her mind 1234589748235 times on what sort of wedding she wants in just the past 6 months!
Therefore I am fucking glad that I get to push the need to finalise wedding plans to the back of my mind for ANOTHER year. YAY!
In the mean time I can dream all I want and still change my mind 987654321345 times!!!
You know... I thought decorating/designing a home was hard until my mind came onto wedding planning. IT IS HARDER.
The venue, the itinerary, the dress, the food, the ROM, the cert, the solemniser, the people to invite, his tux, the invite... blah blah blah. OMG just get out of my head already!
