Things of Comfort
Yesterday, it’s nearly 3 in the morning and I’ve been up since 9am. I don’t know why I’m so awake, I should be on the bed because hubby was working that time.
I’ve been walking around the apartment from bedroom to kitchen. Everytime I passed by in the kitchen, I kept on opening the fridge, looking for food. I was looking for something to eat to satisfy my hunger but I can’t find anything instant food except eggs. You know we don’t practice stocking unhealthy foods in the fridge because hubby and me are trying to lose weight.
Believe me, early in the morning at five, this was my breakfast meal. I spent for an hour to cook this food. It’s a Filipino style chicken soup. I didn’t realize I was craving of Filipino cuisine. It’s a long time of continuous adjustment to the kind of lifestyle I'm not so used to. I think it’s just normal to miss alot of things in the place where I was born and raised.

















