The rain is pouring as I’m typing this. I actually feel better looking out the window and watching the raindrops as they wet the green grass. I kind of get lost in a daydream when it’s raining. I dream of living in a countryside one day, where I can breathe fresh, cool air devoid of urban pollution. Since living in the city for quite a while, the smell of wet soil and plants is so nostalgic for me. That’s a part of my childhood that I miss. Being carefree, living a simple life, running wherever my feet takes me, playing in the rain, swimming in rivers, bicycle riding over the river bridge under a starry night sky..the list goes on. Family gatherings from uncles, aunts, cousins, and grandparents are regular. I can say it’s happy and free. I wish I could give my daughter that experience.
Motherhood is a whole different thing from what I’ve just described. It’s also happy and free, but in another journey. It’s a learning process and a work in progress. I write it broad and vague, but you’ll understand soon when you become one, as you navigate your life through home and work. I hope that one of these days, I can revisit that ‘childhood’ and I hope it’s not yet lost.
Dress: old (Market Market)