She stopped washing the dishes and just stared blankly at the sink. She realized where she was - not that she ignored her reality but rather all that has happened in the past few weeks came rushing into her mind, overflowing her thoughts. In less than a month, she turned to be an immigrant, unemployed, married woman. Since when did she become a woman? Last time she checked, she was still a girl. When does one cross the line from girl to womanhood? Maybe when one moves in with her boyfriend or marries the said boyfriend. She doesn't quite know.
She grabs the glass back and resumes her daily chore. He cooks, she washes. Not a bad deal if you consider she is a disaster when it comes to cooking. She enjoys washing the dishes. It gives her time to process everything: all the cultural changes, the language that she suddenly is not so sure she is fluent in, the people, the social rules, the fact that she is afraid she will not be able to mingle nor find a good job, the weather, the squirrels, the everything.
She dries her hands and listens to him opening the door. She knows that soon she will be working and she will miss this thrill of excitement that comes every single time he opens the door and smiles at her. Or maybe she will not miss it at all, since it happens all the time he enters a room she is already in.
She leans for a kiss - which is becoming a tradition - and smiles back at him.
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