Adjusting Wife

I have been married for 263 days today. That's 8 months and 19 days. 6,312 hours or 378,720 minutes (give or take a few).

I used to have a blog entitled "Passenger in a Trip Called Life". I could not bear to delete it but I could not bear continuing it. Maybe because I am a different person from the author of those posts. I respect my past because I wouldn't be who I am right now if it wasn't for all that happened to me. This is why I couldn't delete the memories I had. Granted that one day, I may forget all the good (and the bad) things that happened to me.

As I write my maiden post, I think of where I am today:

I am an adjusting wife.

Aside from me stating the obvious, I feel it's the biggest understatement of my life.