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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.
Jokingly, they may be sucking up to me, but I still appreciate the gesture immensely. I have long believed in myself but being validated and appreciated puts icing on the cake. It makes you move forward in times of doubt and despair (just talking about work).
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.
The thing with humans, we are prone to wear and tear. And it is unfortunate that my years of allowing myself good food is slowly catching up on me. Sigh! My belief in “You Only Love Once” is not suiting me fine right now. So I’ll try to be a good girl for a while and chomp rabbit food, and faithfully drink prescription medicines that were initially designed for elder people. I will beat you uric acid and cholesterol!
I feel a tugging of the strings that bound my kids to their Dad and I, especially with my firstborn. At third grade, event after event test my resolve as I balance between taking care of her and allowing her independence. Field trips far from our comfort zone especially do this to me. Letting her go in the “big city”, with all the good and bad elements, is enough to keep me on the edge until such time the bus docks safely back in school. Arming her with a cellphone and enough wits, trusting her teachers, and praying my heart out, I managed to survive the day sane and sound.
This must be how my mother feels every time I board a plane, even now as I near the fourth decade of my life.
And tale as old as time, Mischa and Maxine will always be babies in my heart. I will always maybe try to hold on as tight as I can even though the waves would eventually take them away from my side.
To continue my German saga…after that whirlwind few days in Berlin, off we went to the city of Essen. The main purpose of our trip, which is to participate in a gathering of Filipinos, took place in Essen. We took the train from the central station, and the trip took about five hours. We enjoyed the scenic ride as Germany offers a picturesque countryside, but I have no great pictures to show because it was too fast for my phone to capture. It was not so bad at all that the train had wifi, yay!
We mostly kept to the city center, and then at the venue of the conference, which is uphill and kind of isolated, but very gorgeous. While the city is known as an industrial center of Germany, given the limited places I’ve been to, I could only describe it as quaint and charming. And autumn gave everything a burst of colors that, for somebody who comes from a tropical country, is a sight to behold. Fall is becoming a favorite season of mine.