First Dinner in Our New Place

The thought of moving out of our old apartment was exciting and relieving. No more loud noises at 3am. No more cigarette stank seeping through our windows. No more petty fights that we could not help but overhear. But the process of moving is a pain in the ass. While I can’t really help my husband move the bigger stuff, I can’t stand the mess that’s sitting in the middle of the living room right now. Our dresser isn’t built yet, and with my habit of collecting books, we definitely need another bookshelf. My son loves our current condition, as he uses the piles of books and bags of clothes as his obstacle course.


We moved to our Northgate apartment last year with nothing but necessities. Now we move to a bigger place with a little more things and a new baby. I just realized how our little family sticks together through thick and thin. Looking back, we are ever so grateful. Some people, even those who are related to me by blood (not by choice), told me to leave my husband when he was unemployed. Thanks to that situation (of my husband being unemployed for awhile), I know their true colors.

It seems really petty and stupid to be stressed out over the mess in the living room. Eventually I will clean up the mess even though I know my son won’t be too happy about me taking away his obstacle course. I mean, I should be thankful for the wonderful friends that I have, wonderful parents & siblings, wonderful husband & kids. Thankful that we have roof above our heads, food in the refrigerator that’ll last us at least a week and that we’re still alive, together and happy. I’m apprehensive by nature but slowly I’m trying to be better. And this blogging thing is helping a lot. It helps me reflects how lucky I am despite what those assholes said.

With all this rant and moving, one might think I’ll be too lazy to cook. Hey, you’re right! But there are mouths to feed. So we had simply roasted chicken the first night in our new place. Just a rub of butter on the skin and stuff the cavity with lemon, onion and cilantro. For the first time in years, I didn’t truss the chicken! We’re dark meat lovers, so the chicken breasts ended up being tossed into herbal soup cooked with daikon.

I’m so thankful for having a wonderful husband who doesn’t complain about moving though I bet he’s sore as heck from lifting boxes of our junk. And he still goes to work the next day like a champ. If you tell me two years ago, that we’ll be living in a bigger place, in a great neighborhood and have another baby, I wouldn’t believe you.


8 responses to “First Dinner in Our New Place

  1. We cannot choose our family πŸ˜€

    Pindahan itu bikin cuapek and sakit pinggang.

  2. your chicken looks sumptuous and lovely. It's times like these which determine how closely kintted our families are πŸ™‚

  3. Loved reading your post about moving. I know the feeling, except my children are grown, and as you know I have grandchildren now, and they certainly are not babies any more.
    You are very expressive, and funny, as well, and your hubby is so helpful, and a nice guy.

    I cheer you for making such a lovely whole chicken and even stuffing it, at a busy time like that…but as for us, when it gets so hectic, we just go to our nearest grocery supermarket and pick up a nice rotisserie chicken, fresh, and delicious…and no fuss, price not much higher, maybe even less then preparing your own…so good for you, I applaud you, Christine:D

  4. Elisabeth: we were even too busy that day to go grocery shopping because the car was so full of boxes! πŸ™‚ So we just used what we had in the fridge. Thanks for the lovely comment.

  5. I am so happy for you, on the new place. I would love to see it. I am totally with you on nosy people in our live. Oh boy if I ever met you, you would totally get an earful from mine. Not trying to scare you …

    Congrats! Definitely bigger place and new member for your little wonderful family in the years to come.

  6. Jun: thanks! yeah, nosy people is bad enough, it's worse when they're your so-called relatives..

  7. My brother always says that we are born into one family and then we discover or choose the rest of our family. You have such a wonderful attitude about your past year.

  8. @Joy: thank you but I have to admit that I was so bitter for a year or so. It's an ongoing learning process to let go the past. πŸ™‚

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