Because it kinda lifted me up today. We all need that love, even if others think we don’t deserve it.
My social life outside of family has become almost non-existent. As any Gen-Xer would tell you (add being a mother to that), priorities change. Maybe personalities also change. I could definitely say that myself. Before changing nappies, juggling a budget, keeping a household in a surviving condition took over, I was a young girl once who gloried in the company of, not only close friends, but a gregarious extended social group. Now I am reduced to children’s parties, weddings, quiet dinners and once in a blue moon coffee sessions that happen after official events. I don’t know if because I have no choice, or these are the only choices I have. Long gone are my cigarette- and alcohol-toting days. Now I’m lucky to get to know my younger colleagues over a glass of coffee jelly.
Okay, I haven’t been watching anything, like forever. Well, motherhood happened and all that. But my curiosity got piqued with To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before, and now I am officially cougar-ing after Peter Kavinsky. Oh how I wish to be in my 20s right now. And in another continent please.
Are these feelings even normal? I’m a mother for crying out loud. I want to do a Lara Jean sometime.
It has been weeks, and shows no sign of abating. Like the rain, it evokes loneliness and a desperate need for something to happen. I don’t even know what I want. I just know that I WANT but could not 😦
Don’t you just hate it when feelings of restlessness and frustration grips you to your core? But then you have to keep up appearances, and smile through it all.
Today, I celebrate my last year in my 30s. No fuss, no fanfare.
I am fast approaching mid-life. I am struggling to achieve many things, most of them revolving my family. At this point, there is nothing more important that this. Everything else is secondary, and I am only endeavoring to complete them, so that I can fulfill our dreams.
So I lift everything to the Almighty Father for He alone can hear my prayers and give me what I deserve.
But first, some cake and pansit for long life. Cheers!
Yesterday, the folks celebrated their 46th wedding anniversary. Wow! We hope to reach that far, too.
The husband and I went home early to take them out to dinner. There’s a relatively new place in town about five minutes away from home that we have been dying to check out. It’s a Japanese restaurant called Katsuyasu, and if you know us, we’re major Japanese food fans. Last New Year’s Eve, when we brought a maki platter at a different restaurant, the owner kind of, without naming names, badmouthed nearby Japanese restaurants by saying that the new ones are only copying hers, and hers is the only authentic one around. So that piqued our curiosity even more.
So what better time to try it out than this anniversary celebration?
Since it was a weekday, the place was practically deserted. When we arrived, there was only one other table filled. I liked the modern feel of the whole place–it was airy and bright. I hope they can sustain this in the long run. Also, the staff were very courteous and nice despite very ugly reviews earlier on. Good job that the management decided to do something about this. The comments were kinda glaring, and if I had read those before we came, might not have tried it at all.
It was like ramen since we all had ramen except for mama who had yakisoba. And because ramen runs through my blood and is in the top 5 things-I’m-glad-were-invented, I am elated that the kids are beginning to like it as much too! Yay! Aside from ramen, we had our regular favorite salmon sashimi, kani salad and California roll. Price was great, too, because the servings were larger than usual.