This weekend, I realize what my true, essential idea of fun is.
It's not sitting around talking for hours or carrying on a lengthy conversation with friends.
It's not bungee jumping and hiking 5 miles through various travel destinations.
It's not watching a bunch of movies or going to a concert.
It's not playing a game or feasting on delicious food.
It's not going to the mall or meeting up with friends for dinner.
Don't get me wrong. All of this is fun, but not the best kind of fun.
That form of fun in these past two days have been...
- ...sitting around at my go-to second homes and being comfortable enough to put my feet up on the sofa and feel like you've been there forever.
- ...carrying my nephew and holding my niece's hand as we walk to the playground.
- ...swinging on a swing with my nephew in-tow and watching him stare straight into the sky and then fall asleep.
- ...eating pizza and watching Asianet whilst talking about old memories and simultaneously making a chubby baby laugh his little heart out.
- ...watching my dad make steak and transform into Bobby Flay while smoking out the entire house and causing me to cough up a 2-hour storm.
- ...drinking three glasses of apple juice and washing 'Z' on a nice, cool, breezy Saturday morning.
- ...having lunch with my big brother and sister in-law and making fun of their kids' eating habits.
- ...nudging my cousin every time Sharukh Khan pops up on the TV screen and then resulting comments of 'hotness' and 'ageless beauty'.
- ...watching Spongebob Squarepants blow bubbles through his umbilical cord and then screaming at the child who would not stop watching it.
Fun for me is just to go as slow as possible.To live the normal days out as lazily as possible.
If you ever end up walking somewhere with me, you'll understand my life's pace. I take things slowly. I observe.
I look. I hear. I smell. I feel. I'm realizing that it is hard to keep this pace slow but I hope, in ten years time, that I am still at this pace. Breathing every breath slowly and steadily.