so i guess just a week more before i turn 20.. i remembered when i first came here, i was 16 then.. had my first birthday here in the US about a month after.. i remember how i first got here and everything was surreal.. *tita caw first welcomed us at the airport.. and while lounging around waiting for my aunt, i still remember seeing my mom just hanging out outside, just out there being cold and prolly trying to let the situation sink in, new life, over a decade of waiting, and finally.... finally we're here..
i joined her outside and amused myself by puffing out my foggy breathe..
i love it here, i really do.. but its just hard looking back, knowing you cant bring things back exactly as what it was before.. the holidays will never ever be the same here.. i miss it.. i miss everything about how it was.. how its supposed to be for me..
on a lighter note? party on friday.. can you believe it? i chose a party over a hundred bucks.. i'm hoping that the memories won't even equal to the monetary value.. i'd rather have a picture perfect happy happy birthday in my head rather than splurge money on shoes and purses that i would impulsively buy, use a few times, and never be given attention to again..
a week from now is my birthday..
here's to a new year, new life, new age..
"it's not what this year brings, but how i make out of it"
doin.....texting and music-ing =D
listenin. 'so anxious'thinkin..what to do tomorrow
[*tita=aunt]
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