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Hello, everyone. I can’t remember the last time I did a post like this. From my last post about anxiety, I’m happy to say that my breakdowns have occurred less. Most of my time were spent in coffee shops for the month, which I’m honestly grateful for. I’ve missed those solitude-filled days I used to have.
Here are my stories for February.
One and Two.
I’ve been discovering coffee shops to escape in all month. I found out that most of them are hidden in town. A cup of iced latte is more expensive here than back in Manila, though. I am heartbroken.
I have good news to break – I’ve been hired! It really feels like things are slowly starting to fall into place. The job hunting seemed to take a handful of eternities. I’ve been offered positions here and there, but none of them felt quite right. I thought I was going to have to settle and wait for another opportunity to arise, when I suddenly received an interview from one of my dream companies to work for. I still couldn’t believe what happened. She must’ve liked me so much because she offered me the position right after my interview, and I was so happy I jumped from my seat and squealed with joy. I was shaking from head to toe (it must’ve showed slightly) and walked out from the office, floating on a cloud.
This heavenly and gorgeous acai bowl was to celebrate my small win. I can’t wait for so many things – I’m a pool of what if’s that scare me (such as what if I prove her wrong and do terrible at the job, what if I don’t meet my goals, etc) and excitement to work with people with the same passion as I do.
Jaime has adopted Pancakes! Look at how happy she is. His family loves her and treats her so special. I think Pancakes is even more spoiled with them than she was with me. She gets taken to trips, she drowns in too much treats. She sleeps on Jaime’s bed too. I’m quite jealous she gets to cuddle with him.
I miss her too much.
Valentine’s Day. Funny enough, Jaime and I told each other weeks ago not to get each other anything, and that we would celebrate the occasion the way we normally do our Facetime dates – pasta, a glass of wine (maybe coffee on his side), a movie to watch together. Little did he know that I planned a surprise for him: I ordered a dozen customized red velvet cupcakes to be delivered at his house. It’s cupcakes for him and his family, adorned with decorations that represented things he loves.
But I didn’t know HE also planned a surprise for me as well. The day before Valentine’s Day, I found this huge box sitting on our front porch. Inside – a dozen beautiful roses, a small teddy bear I now call “Choco”, and a box of chocolates.
What an uncanny thing to happen.
Coffee shop yet again. I want to take blogging a bit more seriously and share more of my writing and what my life is like in Hawaii, so I’ve been writing a list of ideas for blog post. That day, I also took the liberty of filing my own taxes for the first time.
I googled a lot of how-to’s, read articles (the one I found most helpful was this Forbes article) and was so close to giving up, I was even tempted to ask my American followers on tumblr to guide me at least. But I managed. After so many hours of enduring and silent screams and inside crying, I did it. I filed my own tax returns.
Another small win.
Starbucks introduced some new flavors – and so the other day, I tried their Smoked Butterscotch Latte, which was promised to resemble a Butterbeer from Harry Potter. I was quite disappointed, as my iced latte tasted like simple Caramel Machiatto. Perhaps it would taste different if it came in frappe or hot lattte, but my verdict for now is: don’t ride the hype just yet.
I left my window open one day and came home to my flowers scattered on the floor, the mason jar holding them together tilted, the water spilled all over the carpet. I cried to Jaime on Facetime, apologizing for this mistake caused by my forgetfulness and stupidity.
On the bright side, my roses dried quite easily and I waited patiently until they’re in that perfect state, dangling on the precipice of life and death. Since I have too much roses, I plucked off petals on some and wrapped them in a newspaper to dry, so I can make potpourri out of them. The rest are pressed.
My friend Noah gave me this gift the other day – my own bottle of fairy lights. I still don’t know how he made it (he assured me it was easy). Still, I love it so much. It settles perfectly in one of my room corners and even looks more magical when it’s emanating sparks and lights are closed.
What else is there?
I’ve been slowly crawling back into my old habits. I’ve only finished two books this month which is quite unusual for me, so I’m hoping to get back to the library one of these days and borrow books to finish for March. As for writing, I’m still out of words and I feel utmost discontent with things I write lately. I’m trying not to rush myself in recovering from a series of anxiety breakdowns. The best thing I could do right now is be patient, until I naturally get out of that slump.
How was your February? I’d love to hear your stories.