I am proud to say that this month I did some progresses in my life, generally. We started to build up the house. I helped too, not much but better than nothing. The progress is quite significant. The walls upstairs are standing tall, not all of them but mostly. The second week of June, my boyfriend came home, finally, after six months of not seeing him in person. We almost forgot how it feels to have each other side by side. Keep up with the fast train, the stories, the laughter, the love. He also helped out in our soon-to-be home almost everyday of his break time.
Next thing is we also had a family gathering. Like family dinner. Our first family dinner to be exact. It went well. There are funny moments and sweet-awkward moments but it really well after all. One step at a time. We are going towards it, slowly, but sure. The exact next week, we met again in Syaffira's event. Went well as well. This and that, twenty days have passed. He got to go back to work, and I got to continue my work here.
Tomorrow is the last day of June.
Thank god, I didn't break the one-post-per-month rules. Almost did.
But didn't.
I'd like to share my next move that I need to get done before he comes back here in late August or early September. I have to do my thesis revision. I have to helped out on our house. I have to study. I have to figured out several things. I have to be prepared. There are so many excited things to do. Things I have been waiting for to happen and it is finally here. I just have to live it to the fullest.
But sometimes, we all have distraction, and the distraction is somehow so bright and powerful. Like the need of taking a nap and end up spending the rest of the day, not making progress, or the phone, the scrolling timeline endlessly. I know that instead of doing those, I should be doing something else that much more important. But it keeps getting in my way. Or that is just me being lazy.
I think that's one of the challenge of staying at home, and we set the boundaries ourselves. So we can obey or not, not much of consequences. Yup, that is pretty much the struggle that has been going on in my pandemic season. However, I will fight it everyday. July is where I am supposed to be working hard and pushing the progresses. I don't know how it'll turned out but I hope for the best.
To June next year, I am super excited to find out what you look like. I hope it's romantic, I hope it's blissful, I hope it's pandemic-free.
To June this year, you done well. Thank you very much.
