The beautiful family!
Saturday came with the baptizing of my sister’s son, Sam. Since I had been given the honourable role as his Godmother (I was quite stoked!) I had to carry him a lot and be part of the ceremony. Quite cool, but I got all nervous and stuff since I don’t have a lot of baby experience. It all went really well though and Sam, the little angel boy, didn’t shed as much as a tear. Phew!!
After the church ceremony we all went back to my sister’s new house (and what a house then! Here we are talking about something that could have been taken out of Wisteria lane in Desperate Housewives. It’s rather fantastic) and had some amazing food (all about fish over here to my great delight. I have been eating fish every day except for maybe 4 since I got here 3.5 weeks ago!), and then eventually cakes (oh gosh, big runs planned to burn that indulgence off… Fortunately I had crammed a quick run into Sat morning so I didn’t feel too guilty while I was stuffing myself). I got to meet my sister’s hubby-to-be’s family, which is a really nice bunch of people. He’s half Polish, half Swedish, which is kind of funny, since my other sister is about to marry a Danish dude and I am happy with my Finnish boyfriend. Mom sometimes ask us girls: “What’s wrong with Swedish guys?!” and we all just smile.
It was wonderful yet weird to see my second oldest sister all grown up, feeding her baby in their amazing dream house. Apple trees have already been planted in the garden. all the interior design was spot on (my sister’s got an eye for that sort of things), everything was extremely minimalistic, Swedish and stylish…. And if you just looked around quickly you could have never guessed there’s a baby living there too. Although as soon as you step into his gorgeous baby room you start to feel that this in fact is a family house. (A very stylish family house however….)
It kind of made me think, just being there and playing with baby Sam all day…. This life that my sister has made for herself and her family is so completely different to my life. Sure, she’s 5 years older than me, so it’s not like I need to feel stressed, but still. It’s such a different lifestyle. Such a different every-day life. Such a different way of thinking, of living. I felt a bit immature looking around at her grown-up life. However much I want to, I have had no idea how to plant apple trees. And. I don’t own one single piece of furniture. I’ve chosen a life in a suitcase, always moving around, sending a new address to a new town (and often new country) to my near and dear ones once a year… My life has advantages too, but at the same time, it is nothing like the stable life my sister is living. I wonder how long I will go being what I am now. I know that at some point I too, should settle down. And it is kind of inspiring when you see someone who is so close to you, that have managed to do it so well.
Whoa, some strange thoughts this morning. Well, I guess the point I am trying to make is that your get some and you lose some, no matter what kind of life you choose to live. Don’t get me wrong. I love my life in China but I love coming home too. I guess at some point (in the near future, which means the next 2-3 years or so) I need to make a decision about where I want to be and what I want to do with my life.
Cutest bao bao ever!
sis + hubby to be + me + my little brother (who's not that little anymore!) having a laugh