Hi Mom!
Thanks for calling. My day went pretty well. Slept in late and I didn’t go to the funeral either. Eeza said it was okay not to go considering it’s my birthday – might be a little depressing for me.
Anyway, I’m sorry if I wasn’t able to talk much over the phone. I was in a rather gloomy mood and I was trying so hard not to cry. Last night, I found out that the money I’m waiting for, I’m not qualified to receive. Thus, what I thought was my forced savings is now just a figment of my imagination.
Realizing that I have no money to spend on my birthday, won’t be able to pay for a fabulous haircut, can’t afford to go out of town this summer, I felt extremely disappointed. But what made me panic – almost to the point of hyperventilation is the thought that I’ll never afford the ticket to go back to Canada this year.
It’s just that I miss you all so much. Not a day has passed that I don’t think about you guys, Calgary, the C-Train, Shawnessy library… I know this is supposed to be my home coz I grew up here, but without you guys, it’s all very different.
Anyway, enough of that. I’m glad to tell you that my day turned out pretty well eventually. After you called, I surfed the net, reheated lunch, went to the Chapel and reluctantly picked up the laundry. I didn’t even unpack it. I was just too lazy.
Joel has work so we met up at the mall at around 5pm. Apparently; it was the first day of a 3-day sale so it was ridiculously crowded. I’m not exactly up for shopping as my funds are quite limited if not utterly deficient. So the sight of a 3-day madness sale is incredibly disheartening, I had to hold back my tears. So much for selfish indulgence…
Seeing how miserable I am amidst eager shoppers, Joel told me that he’ll take me shopping. I can choose anything (within a certain budget, of course) and that will be his gift. I almost cried.
That was so sweet…
He is almost as broke as I am. I even earn a little more than he does. And yet, he’s the one spending.
I guess that’s what you call love… and/or effective financial management.
Anyway, at the end of the day, he bought me a fabulous blouse, (which I will wear on his thanksgiving party) took me to dinner and I lived happily ever after.
xoxo
Ana
PS:
Just so you know, “xoxo” means “hugs and kisses”
… I think. Watch gossip girl for reference.
And about my gift, can you just lend me the money so I can go back home there?
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