Received a photo (couldn't read the wordings on the card) and a text from the delivery dude that he left a vase of flowers on the stool outside my front door. I was puzzled. Who would send flowers? I'm famous for not wanting flowers. No matter how modest the arrangement is, flowers are an expensive purchase in Singapore. It's such an extravagance that I really don't want the faeriefolk to spend this sort of money on me.
When I came home and read the card, I promptly teared up and cried. Yah, I very emo this week. After I stopped crying, I picked up the phone to text the girlfriend. Hmmm... it prompted more than a text to said girlfriend. I erm...sent an audio message then a text. Oof. It isn't so much of the flowers (that added color to the home and made me smile), but I'm very touched by the gesture and the thought behind it. She could have sent me leaves and I'd still be as happy. Obviously the girlfriend decided that buying me a bottle of wine wasn't enough, and she sent the vase of cheer. The girlfriend sent a vase of flowers to brighten my day. And she knew I didn't own any vases. Heh. Okay lor- this jar is the perfect casual size to hold future florals. Now I own a vase. Teeehehehee.
This vase of flowers seemed to represent all the love from the friends. I'm very lucky to have them. The friends have kept me in their thoughts and prayers during these few months. They've rallied around me, offering rides, outings, daycare (to take the dog lay, not me), drinks, meals and most of all, sending me texts of encouragement to get through the two weeks of flying solo with Choya. I'm beyond grateful. I will shamefully ask for help if I'm desperate. However, texts usually soothe me. Taking time to pen texts requires effort, and I'm someone who works well with words. Well crafted texts have an enormous calming effect. To be honest, their friendship is their greatest gift to me.
I've never been bothered about being alone. It's being alone with a dog that has suddenly acquired separation anxiety that is terrifying. I'm also in a state of terror because I'm not used to having my solitude broken and space invaded. But because of all the love the friends have shown, I will not crumble. From fretting about not having any work confirmed for the next two months, I have somehow secured, completed and billed for five major projects for June and July that will more than cover my bills for the rest of the year. I can deal with this dog.
When I came home and read the card, I promptly teared up and cried. Yah, I very emo this week. After I stopped crying, I picked up the phone to text the girlfriend. Hmmm... it prompted more than a text to said girlfriend. I erm...sent an audio message then a text. Oof. It isn't so much of the flowers (that added color to the home and made me smile), but I'm very touched by the gesture and the thought behind it. She could have sent me leaves and I'd still be as happy. Obviously the girlfriend decided that buying me a bottle of wine wasn't enough, and she sent the vase of cheer. The girlfriend sent a vase of flowers to brighten my day. And she knew I didn't own any vases. Heh. Okay lor- this jar is the perfect casual size to hold future florals. Now I own a vase. Teeehehehee.
This vase of flowers seemed to represent all the love from the friends. I'm very lucky to have them. The friends have kept me in their thoughts and prayers during these few months. They've rallied around me, offering rides, outings, daycare (to take the dog lay, not me), drinks, meals and most of all, sending me texts of encouragement to get through the two weeks of flying solo with Choya. I'm beyond grateful. I will shamefully ask for help if I'm desperate. However, texts usually soothe me. Taking time to pen texts requires effort, and I'm someone who works well with words. Well crafted texts have an enormous calming effect. To be honest, their friendship is their greatest gift to me.
I've never been bothered about being alone. It's being alone with a dog that has suddenly acquired separation anxiety that is terrifying. I'm also in a state of terror because I'm not used to having my solitude broken and space invaded. But because of all the love the friends have shown, I will not crumble. From fretting about not having any work confirmed for the next two months, I have somehow secured, completed and billed for five major projects for June and July that will more than cover my bills for the rest of the year. I can deal with this dog.
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