Tuesday, March 28, 2006

A New Honeymoon: The First Week

It has been an exciting week. Ærynn has convinced me to make regular posts on my first few days here; she notes that a lot of people eventually take everything lovely in Oz for granted and stop being thankful. She says, and I agree, that if there was some record of what, at first blush, seems real and good, it can stave off what the Commission on Filipinos Overseas told us was an epidemic amongst Pinoy migrants: clinical depression.

But first, a rundown on the past week:

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Giddy....

Only two more sleeps to go. Finding it hard to concentrate on work, school or anything else right now. Floating on air. Can't believe the moment is here. And our room is still a mess. Have class tonight so I can't clean up. There's always tomorrow night. I don't think I'll sleep. He arrives at 7:05am Saturday morning.

P.S. Jennie from work just handed me a lovely bottle of champagne (Seppelt Salinger Vintage 2002) this morning. It's on my desk with a nice cascading red ribbon.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Three days left. . . be still my heart

Iam used to moving. I have been moving for as long as I can remember. I used to like to think of myself as an expert in moving. But there is a difference between walking a tightrope 3 feet off the ground and walking the same tightrope several stories up. I can say that I prepared for a move with no fear whatsoever just because of the very "correctability" of the move. I would move from Quezon City to Tarlac City to Novaliches in a heartbeat and not have any problems because of the very real fact that even if I screw it up or even if I left things behind,
This is my "countdown" to how many days I have left until
the flight, which, of course, will reflect that there are
no days left if I'm actually with her already.
I can always come back to either get my stuff, whether it were with my folks or in my former apartment.

But thanks to the sheer "uncorrectability" of the move to Oz is promising to be, I am (shamefully) at my wit's end. There's the weight restriction, for one. And then there's the stuff I'm not allowed to bring (my cherished heirloom sword). These are all severely limiting to someone who is sentimental and loves his stuff. I just extracted a promise from my mother to box up all the stuff I leave behind. For what? I'm not coming back for them, am I? The sort of rationalizations that play in my head is the possible scenarios of my kids poring over my old stuff and finding out what their old man is like. Possible, but probably improbable. Why am I like that? And why am I like that only when it is this particular move? I have gotten rid of stuff that had had "sentimental value" before with no ill effects; why now?

My wife asks me the same question everytime baggage of another kind would occassionally crop up in our conversation. It is so easy to leave hang-ups when the move seems to be "small-scale" but "large-scale" (perhaps I should have used the term "larger-scale" instead) moves show me clinging stubbornly and desperately to those same hang-ups? Why am I like that?

Fortunately, these same limitations may be the very things that will help me let go. Perhaps the very transitoryness of a Pastor's Kid's life has taught me to let go. Maybe what I felt was "small-scale" and "large-scale" is not so much a matter of degree but merely impression. When my hard disk crashed and I lost my portable camcorder, I was bothered but now I rarely miss them—I survived and went on.

Of course, when I talk about one particular emotion for the sake of the unity of a post there is a danger that the reader will assume that that is the only emotion I am feeling and not have an accurate picture of the "me-as-I-am". It isn't. What I've just written down is just the small, nagging itch amidst the torrent of joy and giddiness I am floating in with the thought that I shall be joining Ærynn soon. As I write this, the Daisy Chain above says "3 days until we are together." This is happiness. This is joy. After so many times of having to adjust the Daisy Chain, finally it is going to remain as it is and to let the countdown continue. This is happiness. This is joy. And maybe coming just as I am and leaving all those other things that seem to be so important right now doesn't even count as a price to pay to be with my wife.

And, maybe someday much later, I will have to think of leaving more behind to be in more glorified surroundings.

Saturday, March 18, 2006

On The Move

I am pretty sure my bones, joints and previously un-used muscles will be aching tomorrow. Took the day off to start moving some of our stuff to the new flat. So today, did four trips - from one 2nd floor flat to another 2nd floor flat. Tomorrow will be the big day when we have two movers and a truck to help us. The plan is to go to my aunt's house and pick up some furniture and a fridge there and then to my flatmate's aunt's house to get furniture we purchased from her and some freebies thrown in.

Finally, they'll come to our flat and get all the big and heavy furniture and books. Then to the new place. It will be massive and we'll also have to clean up our old flat to get the bond back as well as get the carpet steam cleaned. But we have until Sunday to do that.

One thing that helped me with my solitary work today was being able to go around the new flat - I noticed that there are some things that need to be repaired like the broken toilet bowl and the skewed light fixtures. But there is a lot of shelf space in the kitchen and we'll now be able to see the cans and dry food that we actually have (right now, we put them in shelves that are high up). There are also more cabinets and things. And we'll have our own washing machine instead of waiting our turn in the communal laundry. Finally, we won't have to hear all the train announcements and hear the monthly "loud" cleaning up of the train station.

Talked to our phone and Internet provider and unfortunately, we'll only start having access on the 27th of March. So to those who sent emails, sorry I wasn't able to answer because of the craziness of this week. But once we have access to the Internet again, I'll definitely reply. Anyway, again, thanks for the great emails and the great wishes for our new life together.

Friday, March 10, 2006

The Visa Cometh!

The happy day has come! After more than a year of tears and frustration and prayers - GRYPHON HAS HIS VISA! It arrived today and I was at the office when he told me. I gave a shriek loud enough to be heard in the whole department so now everyone at work knows the good news.

When Gryphon and I got married in January of 2005, we would never have envisioned that we would be apart for more than a few months. But there were many problems encountered along the way and by the time our anniversary arrived, he still had not been interviewed by the Australian embassy.

The next time we heard from the Embassy was February 20 when they told him that his application was now in the final stages of processing. But we didn't know exactly what that meant. Did it mean days, weeks or months of waiting? Everyday was literally an agony after this because although we had been disappointed many times, our hearts continued to hope.

When I was looking at the possible schedule for our (my flatmate and I) move to a bigger and better flat, I was telling Gryphon that I wish he could come to Australia after our big move on the 18th of March. So we actually wrote down the 26th of March in our calendars as his day of arrival. I guess it was to keep ourselves from being depressed (although it DID not work). That way, I said, he could be here a week before his birthday and a week after the busy move. Gryphon had told me dozens of times that thinking of celebrating another birthday apart just ripped his heart to shreds.

So you can imagine our joy and the overwhelming sensations we both felt today. Gryphon was dancing and laughing and crying and shouting all at the same time. I seriously loved every person I met today. I don't think I've hugged so many people in my life. We will finally live together as husband and wife and start on a life together. And believe me, this has been a long time coming - Gryphon was actually my boyfriend for about 7 years before we got married!

To everyone who has supported us and prayed with us throughout this drawn-out wait, thank you so very much. All praise to God from whom all blessings flow!

Thursday, March 09, 2006

In search of Battlestar Galactica

I may have several drafts of possible posts waiting to be finished, but I am too lazy right now to actually write something that makes sense. So, instead, I'm listing down a link to an interesting article I came across while I was trying to find out more about the new Battlestar Galactica. I hope that my wife and I would watch this series together someday.




You can also download (using BitTorrent, of course) the live presentation of "Piracy Is Good?", delivered by Mark Pesce on May 6th, 2005 at the Australian Film Television and Radio School in Sydney. (200MB) Very, very interesting, to say the least.

Who would have guessed? They actually made a classic series better. I wish somebody someday can do the same for Mulawin and Encantadia.