The Never Forgotten Good Old Days
Today, I had one of those good days.
And it consists of fairly simple things: the boy I love, a nice place away from the rest of the world (or at least, seemingly so), copious amounts of food of the fried and unhealthy variety (a.k.a. pizza, fried chicken and junk food), a television, a dvd player, a nice movie and some wonderfully corny local telenovelas (i.e. Rubi and Magkaribal) to cap it all off.
I’ve always called my jetsetter friends “those lucky people” because not everyone (in this 3rd world country, at least) gets to go to all those amazing places, meet interesting foreign people and see all the wonderful things and picturesque sights they have. Sometimes, I forget that I’m also quite lucky myself. Some people go through their entire lives wandering the world, in pursuit of meaning and happiness, while I have found them abundantly in a nice and simple, even somewhat domesticated (minus the chores) but endlessly good day. All without having to travel much too far.
- Blog Excerpt (July 27, 2010)
There was a time when I cried myself to sleep terribly missing those good old days. But after months apart, I’ve gotten used to his absence. But even though the body sometimes forgets, the mind always remembers. And with two months left ‘til the glorious “together again” arrives, there is nothing but excitement for four months worth of rediscovering those good old days with the boy I love.
