When we moved out of my parent's farm to live in the suburbs, I had visions of myself doing so many wonderful things.
I thought I could lead a more active lifestyle, like go running everyday. Afterall, we have a fantastic network of footpaths leading to the reservoir and the beach.
I thought I could bring Rusty to East Coast Park every weekend. He must love running on the sandy beach. We could play catch and get some exercise together.
I thought I could ditch my car and take a train to town anytime I fancy. You know, do my bit to save the Earth...
Later when CH moved into our neighbourhood, I rubbed my hand with glee and dreamt of a million things we could do together.
We could stroll to the charming cafe down the road for Sunday brunch or have late-night roti prata and teh tarik at the 24-hour Restoran.
We could motivate each other and not miss a day of running. We could pack cheese and wine and have more picnics by the beach. And we could catch a movie in the city when our chores are done.
Alas, I am ashamed to admit that I had done very little of all that. I guess it's never too late to start but really, some of the ideas are not very practical.