It's 2022. Another year, another learning to live.
I survived 2021 without getting infected by Covid regardless of any variant there is, however, this year, I lost my dear cousin due to Covid, a very unexpected one.
I thought last year I would go mad, but that didn't happen. I was able to go home to the Philippines and stayed there for a month, didn't manage to travel around due to numerous restrictions in place but at least I got to see and spend time with my family.
I switched positions within the same company - I wanted to challenge myself to do more. It was a great move.
I visited Austria and Slovenia last summer, which reminded me how much I love traveling.
Finally, I met and got to spend some time with my dear one. Traveled a couple of times there too, had a funny lovely chat with the immigration officers back in Manchester =)
I got myself a ragdoll kitten, I called him Ery. Pain in the ass for sure. This impulsive decision was due to my broken heart in August in UK.
I spent Christmas alone and I got myself very drunk before new year's eve. Though I managed to salvage my new year. Danced and sang along.
I successfully passed two work certifications, and my theory and practical driving tests in Czech, I'm quite healthy I think, I laughed, I cried, I was happy, I was sad, I was broken, I was lonely, I was scared.
And as the year 2021 ends, all I have is misery.
As I began 2022, I wish to hope, I wish to be loved, I wish to be wanted.
Maybe this year, I will win the lottery?
Maybe this year, he would come?
Maybe this year, he would ask me to travel with him?
Maybe this year, he would want me to be part of his life too?
or Maybe this year, none of this will happen and I will just move on.
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