
If it seems like I’ve been away, I was away.
Spending a week in Melbourne with my aunts, I was thoroughly spoilt with food and good company. Needless to say, Asian food was high on the menu. I’ve eaten nothing but Asian food and aunts’ home-cooked meals. Except for the one day at Bridge Road’s Grill’d.
Melbourne is starting to grow on me. Erratic weather aside, I’ve always love Melbourne much more than other cities in Australia but more importantly, I love being in the leafy suburb of Ivanhoe where I spent many early mornings walking up and down the steep roads looking at some of the most beautiful houses in the area. I love my aunt’s home. A lot of her furniture and deco are soft and feminine but vibrant and not gaudy.

While with my aunts, one in particular whom I spent most time with, I clarified a few things that have been going on in my life; or rather indirectly mentioned how hurtful it might be for me to receive comments or pressure on certain aspects of my life that I find difficult to express; for very private reasons. We also reminisced the past, made observations of one another (inevitable when people share a house together) and my aunt said that I’m definitely my mother’s daughter, over the little things I said or did. I hope she meant it in positive. With very little distraction, I actually managed to make a rough plan of my life for the next ten years - long and short term goals, aspirations, where I want to be and such.
Stop and stare
I think I’m moving but I go nowhere
Yeah I know that everyone gets scared
But I’ve become what I can’t be
- Stop & Stare / One Republic

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Are those pics of your aunt’s home? They radiate joy, it’s amazing. As for the poem, what do you mean by “I’ve become what I can’t be”? You’ve become something society/your peers/your family doesn’t accept or you’ve become something that YOU cannot accept/don’t want to be?
The words are from the song, Stop & Stare, by One Republic. If according to my interpretation, I think I’ve become the former which you’ve mentioned here. Having said that, I don’t think my family is rejecting me for not fitting into the mould. But rather, they hoped that I have the stability of a fulltime job, a family of husband & children and every baggage a normal person should have; which I have none at the moment.
On the other hand, I’m also in a position where I think I can no longer carry on becoming the person I thought I could become. A little bit tricky to elaborate…