I think it is time to revive this blog. I started it more than a year ago when I moved into the dollhouse, a little apartment of my own. While I have lived in plenty of places all over the world alone over the years, the dollhouse was pretty special as its candy coloured walls reflected my personality very well. I am idealistic, romantic, imaginative and always full of madcap ideas and creative pursuits. Behind the girly girl who keeps believing that she will one day find her happy ending though, is also an adventurous streak and a bright sense of wonder. That has taken me all over the world, to about 20 different countries, into countless communities and cultures besides the one I grew up with. It was an enriching, interesting time in my life and I have collected so many amazing memories and stories to tell for a long long time. The nomad lifestyle may seem enviable, but it wasn’t quite for me. After about 10 years moving around, I have been searching high and low for the right place to hang my hat, and I think I may have finally found it.
You see, while I was wondering when my fairytale would happen, it was already in progress. I met a kind, good natured man who turned out to be my soulmate. After meeting many mediocre to downright despicable men in my adventures, I knew a good soul when I met him. Our love story does not consist of dramatic scenes you find in movies, but it is peppered with sweet memorable little moments that make us smile. We went through plenty of stuff together and grew to love each other more with each challenge. About a month ago, we decided we wanted to spend the rest of our life together and made it official. I became a Mrs, in a land 10,000 miles away from where I was born (and where all my family is).
I had a 26 year long phobia of cats, but this man I met, he loves cats. He had one, when we were dating, and somehow I learnt to overcome my fear and fell in love with that kitty. That kitty was an old sick cat, and he passed on to kitty heaven a while ago. We were devastated, and ended up looking at kittens at the nearby animal shelter. A litter of kittens were abandoned and the shelter took them in. We could not leave without bringing one home and we chose the little guy that was trying to escape the cage when we opened it. We named him Olaf, after the adorable snowman in the movie Frozen. That started our little family. Papa L, Mama L and baby Olaf. One day, we found a starving cat outside our door. We tried to find its owners for weeks, but to no avail. The cat was so thin it broke our hearts. We fed her while we tried to find its owners, but eventually realised we probably never will find them. We decided to take the cat into our home and I named her Anna, after the princess in Frozen, because Olaf and Anna were good friends in the movie. The beginning was rough, Olaf and Anna were fearful of each other and there was hissing. However, over time, those 2 learnt to live together as siblings and now play together every day. It makes us so happy to see them being silly together and in each other’s company. Our family was coming together, and it is so heartwarming to see them each day.
Now, I’m a full time Mrs, basically taking care of the kitties while my Mr brings home the bacon. The circumstances made it so that for now, I cannot take on a job yet, and so I’m in limbo. I have decided that since I have time once again to experiment around the house with little cooking projects, hobbies and crafts, I would revive this blog and share my little stories and ideas. It will also be a place to share some of my daily adventures with our two furkids and the Mr.
The blog will remain as the dollhouse diaries even though I no longer live in that little apartment. I think the dollhouse is a part of who I am, and that sense of wonder and belief in the power of being good, of love and of fairytales and happy endings will never depart my soul.
Welcome to the dollhouse. 🙂