I walk up to the door, dragging my luggage behind me. I grab my keys but before I insert it into the keyhole, I stop. Even though I have only been away for three weeks, my place won't be the same now as I last saw it.Adam won't be here anymore, his presence and essence will be completely gone. I live alone now, and when I walk through the door it will be real. Come on, just open the door. I was going to have to deal with this eventually. Taking a deep breath, I insert the key and turn right, entering the well-lit living room. It's still all there the deceptively real looking pink hydrangeas on the hall table, the soft tinkling of the wind chimes out on the patio. The creamy yellow paint centres the room, adding another level of brightness normal white paint cannot achieve.Taking in a subtle scent of lavender, I look at the large diffuser sitting next to the pink hydrangeas. It's good to be back home, my home. A modest two-bedroom unit in the suburb of Stanmore, it's infused
There is a fragrance here, a distinctive aroma of zooming tuk tuks and hustle and bustle that is uniquely south-east Asia. And the heat is uniquely south-east Asian too. As soon as I step out of Suvarnabhumi Airport, the heat rains down on me like an eternal hot breath. I'm really happy I'm here in Bangkok! Mostly I'm happy to be on flat land again, and in one piece - I'm surprised that I made it through the flight okay. Having half a bottle of merlot helps, as well as this handy rubber band distraction technique I looked up. It involves placing a rubber band around my wrist and every time I feel twitchy, I pop it against my skin.The redness on the inside of my wrist proves that I got twitchy, a lot.Turbulence is a bitch, too, and unfortunately common. I cringe when I think back to how many times I had to ask the stewardess for help when the plane shook. I'm rather proud of my behaviour on my first flight without prescription drugs, though. Hopefully, I do better the next time. M
The heat must be making me delirious because I heard him ask if he could stay with me. Here, in this dingy and hot motel with the crusty carpet and stinking of curry and potatoes. I heard him wrong, surely. "Come again?" "Don't make me beg, I really don't feel like begging to stay in a place like this." He arches an eyebrow, daring me to do otherwise. "Why, aren't you staying at the Purple Lotus?" Where normal people like Gabe are staying, and gladly accepted a free upgrade to a supreme deluxe room, instead of declining to come somewhere like here. "Believe it or not, my booking got messed up. I was supposed to have been booked for three adjoining rooms, but it only got booked for two. Since you didn't take your room, they gave it to someone else. I had the choice of either sharing a room with Gabe. Or stay with you." He looks at me longingly. "Of course, that was a no-brainer."Eep! Given the way my heart is brimming with electricity right now, I'm happy with his decision. "O
"God, you are such a liar! I am not a fussy eater," I exclaim, giggling as I walk back into the motel room. Tristan laughs as he closes the door behind us. "I'm pretty sure the waiter filled up a whole page on the way you wanted your pad thai served. And don't even get me started on that cocktail you ordered. Who asks for a different slice of fruit to go with the drink?""What's wrong with asking for a piece of orange instead of pineapple?""It was a pineapple drink. But then again, I shouldn't be surprised. You were fussy even back in high school."I scoff loudly. "Was not!""Every time I was over for dinner, it would always be something. You needed to add salt, sugar, sauce. Meanwhile the men at the table were always nice and satisfied after every meal. But then your mum's the same way; the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Why do women always have to whine about something, huh?" he teases.Punching him playfully on the arm, I slide off my flats and fling my small handbag
Two days pass and things are coming along smoothly, more than I expected. The meeting with Father Michael went as well as can be expected. I am able to check off a comprehensive list of what I wanted to confirm off him. The church has already organised the banns, and he has provided a copy of the church bulletin for me to review. We have gone over the ceremony run sheet and it looks like a very spiritual ceremony. Consisting of five biblical readings, Prayer of the Faithful, nuptial blessing, and prayers, the church has also reached out to the performers who will be singing Morning Has Broken and Ava Maria. The priest has been very helpful, providing assistance in revising the ceremony programs, which I intend get printed for Yvonne and Terry to review. I'm feeling better about this wedding; it doesn't hurt that everyone has been incredibly helpful. I just have to fill in the blanks.After the meeting with Father Michael, I head off to the large printing shop on Rama IV Road to
I open the door quietly, peering in. Thankfully it's beautifully setup and I step into the spacious Spring Ballroom. Right now, it's full of chairs but I can see just how beautiful it will be. It will be divided into two for Yvonne and Terry's wedding. The walls are covered with a shimmering white paper and in the middle of the ceiling hangs a couple dozen white lantern lights. The ceilings are high, windows wide. I can see modern sliding doors, left slightly ajar to let in the scented summer air. I wish I was contracted to help with the reception too, this would have been so great if it was in my hands. I can already see what the head table can look like, white bows and silk sashes scream at me. Suddenly I can hear muffled sounds. At first it sounds like someone is coughing and I ignore it, walking around to myself. But then it gets louder, and louder.It's crying, hysterical crying. The sobs are only interrupted by the person's need to draw breath. And that person is just behind
The rehearsal went well, almost too well. Father Michael was amazingly efficient, that Gabe and I just had to watch the audience from time to time and field an occasional question from a member of the family. Terry looked glum and stiff as usual. Dean looked happy and relaxed as always, and I caught him looking at me a few times. However, all I could focus on was Yvonne.A strained smile sat permanently on her face as she walked down the aisle with her father, Bill, and she showed her big teeth all the way through Terry's vows. I could see the strain on her face, the sadness in her pretty and wide eyes.Watching the blessing and giving of rings was painful, and even Gabe winced a few times at how distant Yvonne looked during the whole thing. As Father blessed the rings and declared "The circle of the ring declares the unity and the oneness of your two lives, which shall contain your devotion beyond every journey that you may always return again to your togetherness." Yvonne could onl
Miracles do happen, especially in Bangkok. The wedding went full steam ahead! Yvonne texted me at 5am in the morning, and it was the best wakeup call I have had in a long time.The text was so simple but it spoke volumes to me:*Yep, it's still going ahead. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.*Even though I didn't need to get to the church until 10am, I was too excited to go back to bed. The wedding went ahead! Tristan won't fire me! Setting up the church and the rest of the preparations was relatively smooth and hassle free tying the white ribbons to the wooden benches, putting the church programs at the entrance, prepping the altar. The makeup and hair stylists met Yvonne at the hotel as expected, and after that I felt a lot more relaxed about this wedding, much more than many of the others I had planned in the past.Even though Yvonne didn't tell me whether she and Terry had resolved their problems, something told me that she took my advice. And I was right because just o