F**k yeah, It's Friday!

Forgive the expletives but just last night, I realized that I'm about to hit the one month mark of being a homesick bum here in Melbourne. I'm actually pretty happy about it because I'm optimistic that nothing will come up by December. I mean it's already November, and gods be good, time will fly really fast. I reckon not a lot of employers are looking for people to hire during the end of the year anyway. And towards the end of December, probably after Christmas, I'm hoping that talks of my impending homecoming will definitely come up because my 3-month stay will expire on the 3rd of January. Goodness, if only I can sleep starting tonight and wake up on December 1! Oh, that reminds me - my birthday. I'm not sure if I want to go through that without the people I love. And Christmas and New Year's too! Dang, no worries. The important thing is I'm going home after that.

Another reason why I'm celebrating the whole week is that I have already completed two sessions of driving lessons. I'm still in the process of tweaking my driving habits, that is, to get rid of the old dangerous ones and taking in new ones. I hope I won't need more than 5 sessions but I still can't tell at this point.

This week, as I promised myself, will be mainly about me. I'm happy to say that I have kept that promise. It was all about rediscovering my past loves and venturing into new beginnings. Being on a social network hiatus, I had my driving tutorials, I jogged, listened to songs from the previous years, read about makeup techniques, and I kept looking up Google for recipes - hopefully I can whip up a good meal anytime soon. Anyway, I'm thankful that I found joy in the little things.

After the fiasco that was last week, I had this chronic nagging feeling of wanting to be understood. I knew I had crossed some lines and offended some people but I felt they didn't know the cause of such actions. I wanted to let those people know how sorry I was and how I desperately want to make things better. I know that time heals all wounds but I figured two weeks was too far off. Sometime during the week, I impulsively reached out to them and told them how I felt. Even though I didn't get the response I expected, I was relieved of that nagging feeling. You know how your stomach aches and you feel like vomiting, and when you let it out, that's the only time the pain just disappears? It felt just like that. Then I realized that giving time out started just after that. Not to worry, I have my little things to keep me busy.

P.S.
As I was finishing the last paragraph, my aunt was telling me that waiting around for an employer during December is useless. She said that IF I WANTED TO, I can go home early next month and I'll come back when someone will hire me! *tears of joy*