friday is my favorite day of the week. it's my constant silver lining. everyone is in winding-down mode and it just feels good. you have all the right to party and have a relaxing day after.
and today, i don't have much workload to worry about and the team is having a lunch out and movie date afterwards. plus, we already have our monthly salary.
ahh... life is good.
getting your own place can be both exciting and frustrating. at first i had a hard time moving away from my comfort zone (mom's home cooked meals, my dogs at home and the free stuff you get at home), but i can say that I have already adjusted. somehow this is already a dry run of what my life is going to be like once i'm old(er). but living away from home isn't that bad since i got to learn how to iron my clothes, cook my meals and budget my [very little] money. and it's quite an achievement for me that i get to survive somehow. since i have housemates, the burden isn't that hard because the expense and the hardwork is spread evenly among ourselves. i'm pretty blessed that i have housemates i can fully trust. they pay rent on time, they clean up their messes (well, after a bit of nudging), and they're simply good company. and with the arrival of our condo pet, crumpy, my stay couldn't be happier.
living away from home is not something that i recommend to everybody. it requires a lot of patience and hard labor (especially if you have room mates to deal with). but it develops in you a lot of discipline to get through life's daily challenges.
When people ask me the generic question, "Kamusta?" I always tend to say, "Nothing much." I never realized that I'm actually doing a lot these days! Morning is always spent on gym and chores. Time at work is always a good combination of physical/mental labor, training and interaction. When I get home, it's chores once again and a little relaxation time. Friday is my quality time with friends. On weekends I always have dance practice. Sunday I have my baking time.
Maybe I've never seen my life in the eyes of other people. To them, I have always been up and about, always needing to do something as if my life relies on it. Maybe what I'm doing has been routinary that it no longer excites me. Although in the end, the decision's all mine on whether I want my life to be one big routine or a life well spent.
