I really liked this blog post, it’s pretty spot-on to my own opinions.
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I was absent too long!
Don’t worry, I’m not dead yet!
Like I’ve been mentioning, the last few weeks has been a bit rough around the edges for Damon & I… It was leading to a lot of unnecessary tension, and it built to a head the other night and burst open like a big sack of gooey green pus.
Nothing life-altering whatsoever, we were talking about something I can’t even remember, and he told me I can sometimes be a finicky b!tch.
I lost it, started crying my head off, drank a pint of rum in the bathroom, and sulked for about two days.
Finally, he got tough with me and one afternoon made me lay down and snuggle with him…
((Terrible marriage, when ‘getting tough’ means ‘making me snuggle’, eh? It’s laughable now, but I was illogically cranky at the time))
We then took two days just staying close, talking, snuggling, and, in his words, ‘Tending the Nest’.
We cooked food together, ate together, laughed and giggled at each other’s silly antics and kissed and hugged each other a lot.
In my opinion, it is very important to nurture a relationship with that sort of affectionate, innocent closeness every once in a while… It clears the air and clarifies the bonds that you share with your significant other.
You’re reminded that you’re both together because you want to be, and not because you have to be… Which is a really good thing to remember.
With everything emotionally sorted, I ended up painting him a watercolor, putting up the hammock in the yard, and writing this bloggity out. I also have two videos to share.
The first one is a Mimosa plant… They’re known as ‘shy’ plants because when you touch them, they collapse and close up.
I remember when I was young, our science teacher brought one in to show us. He told us that if you touch them too many times, they die, and that they were very rare.
Now that I live in the Philippines, I see them every day, they grow like crazy all over the place!!
When I first found out that they grew in our yard, I freaked out with excitement, I couldn’t believe we had them.
Second to Lilacs, they’re my favorite plant.
The second video is of a worm.
Not spectacularly exciting, I know, but the worms in Canada are very slow when you poke them…they don’t really care, and tend to just scrunch up for a second, then continue on their way.
Philippine worms, however, act as if they’re having a panic attack when you touch them, then slither away like a snake. I was fascinated the first time I poked a worm here and it wigged out.
Anyway, I guess I shall go for now, but I will try in the future to stay as regular as I’m used to being.
I try to make a post every day before five pm, though a lot of the time it’s realistically before ten pm.
Either way, sorry to my followers, and I hope this one makes up for my absence!
Don’t forget to tell your loved ones how you feel about ’em.
Damon made me the most delicious pasta the other night.
It was so beautiful I took a photo of it.
Today we did indeed go for a drive, up to a beautiful waterfall and swimming area… He had made BLT wraps for me…((It was supposed to be a picnic)) And I stupidly forgot to take pictures, forgive me… But this is the kicker that I don’t really understand… He seems to be in a terribly bad mood.
He sped us home at eighty miles an hour on gravel roads, then went to sleep.
In turn, that’s made me frustrated and confused, since I thought we were having a really nice, calm day filled with beautiful sights, and I have no idea how to make him feel any better, or what even went wrong in the first place, but he gets in moods like this, his mother usually being the main cause with all her nagging and complaining about jobs and money and trivial things… I really don’t know how a human can complain so much while living in paradise, to be honest.
I, for one, have never seen a waterfall like that in real life, I was very excited… I got right down to the edge of it and felt the wind and spritzy water whipping into my face… All the little Filipino kids snuck around behind me and were tagging along, even though I didn’t really say hello due to my shyness with strangers, only smiled and nodded… I think they were surprised a foreigner, let alone a girl was getting so close to the water.
It was colder than I had anticipated, I was expecting warm volcano water or something, but it was about the same temperature as a warm lake in mid-summer in Canada…not terribly cold, but definitely not bath-water-warm, either.
On the property, there were ducks and rabbits and turkey-looking birds with spots, I saw a little lizard running along the rocks, and there was a chili bush like ours, only much, much bigger.
He says we’ll go again sometime, but I don’t really want to speed up there, the roads are scary and bumpy, and on the way up, I watched someone wipe out on their bike.
The idea of crashing a bike going eighty with no helmet, and nothing to protect the knees, arms or anything is a terrifying thought.
Maybe I’ll just think about going alone next time.
I suppose in this post, I should tell you more about me, and how I ended up living in the Philippines.
Like I mentioned in my first post, I was living in Canada… and I have to say, for a country that boasts a reputation for being free, tolerant, and full of opportunity… my quality of life was terrible.
Job turnover is a nightmare, minimum wage is the standard rate of pay for most work, excruciating rent prices and utility costs are the norm, food is low in quality and high in cost, the people are hypocritical and attracted to drama, and the overall morale of the entire country, while presented to the globe as high, realistically, is lower than I’ve ever seen it before.
I had been from one end of the country to another last summer, in a last-bid attempt to regain control over my reality.
I had always wanted to hitch hike, so I packed my things up, and set out for the west coast of Canada.
While the trip was definitely fun, showing me lots of new things and giving me the sense of adventure and independence I had craved for a long time, it was slow-going, exhausting and sometimes terrifying, as well as downright freezing at night time.
Eventually though, I ended up in Alberta. I worked there for a while, until it became the same old story… a mind full of shambles, and a life full of chaos. I went back on disability, and tried again to pull my life together with the wonderfully generous help and shelter of two awesome chicks I met through mutual friends.
Throughout all of this, there was a man whom I had met online, also through mutual friends, that I occasionally spoke to, over a period of two years.
His name is Damon Flint, and he was (( and still is )) the damn coolest guy I had ever heard about in my life.
Everyone’s stories about him were outrageous, larger than life, and hilariously genuine.
Whenever I spoke to him, my life would brighten, and for those moments, I felt like I could take on the world in my own ass-kicking, brassy kind of way.
While in NS and Alberta, we started speaking much more regularly, and it got to the point where we would Skype every single day… Both of our sleep schedules became so erratic it was silly.
While living with those two awesome Ladies, Damon and I decided we wanted to be together enough to make it a reality, and so I worked on getting a passport. It took about a month, but after it arrived, he and his mother booked the plane ticket immediately, and a day later, I was on my way.
It has been a sensational journey, and I am very lucky to have found a man so caring and loving as he is.
I appreciate every day that not only are we together, but we get to spend the rest of our days in paradise.
And now you know a bit more about me!