Three weeks and running since I got here in SOFIA, Bulgaria. Leaving in an apartment in the center with my Yaniv. He just got a car yesterday and we are yet to move in a bigger apartment soon. Everything is comfortable,beautiful, exciting, scary and temporary. We dont know what the future holds for us but I guess that this is the whole point of this set-up. A TEST. Pass or fail. The good thing is that Yaniv is doing quite a good job to not make me feel like it is one. Everyday he is loving, kind and patient. We get fits of fight every once and awhile and its only because I am hormonal, insecure and that we are both different. I hate it when that feeling of me not being enough for him gets to me sometimes. I hate the feeling of being non-contributory to this life of his that he earned and most importantly, I hate the feeling of invading his private space which is a given but obviously not an issue to him. I just wish I would feel less of that. I guess its just me and my occasional lack of self-worth.

Three weeks and counting but I honestly stopped counting. They say time flies fast when you're having fun but on my case the concept of time has been redefined by the number of job interviews and television series i've had and came across respectively, dishes I have learned to cook, weekends we have spent together, the nights I have spent making love with yaniv and/or watching him "make love" with his laptop. Its all new to me and its painful to un-blog anything that has been happening to me now.

Today I met a new friend named Vesslea. It was originally a slated job interview in Starbucks two blocks away from our apartment but we ended up talking comfortably for the next two or so hours. The interview side of the conversation is quite positive. Both of us somehow have the same idea of what I can interestingly contribute to the company and as any other interviews I had the past days, I will have to wait. She's also going out with a foreigner and we intend to have dinners soon with our partners. It feels good to have a friend that I can finally talk with. Its one of the greatest things I miss since I left Manila.

Now I am writing with my black matte stockings, ballerina over-alls and bedroom sleepers. Obviously still finding that kick to BLOG nicely..soon i'll wake up and have it.