Newness

Lots of new lately.

New shirt, new la fitness, new running path, new room, new bathroom, new roommates ("housemates" is more fitting), new monogrammed water cups, new side of the bed, new perfume, new streets, new traffic, new faces in the cars in traffic, new, errrr... .umm relationship status!

ha! just kidding. We have not called off the wedding just yet. In fact, our premarital couples counseling has just begun and so far it's been great. And no, Andrew, I am not just saying this because I am fully aware now that you are a faithful blog follower!

Dont mind me, I'm just unjinxing myself quickly before I continue: .gniddew eht ffo llac ton lliw eW

So yea. Lots of new. I mean don't get me wrong I love it. No complaints. I think its good to switch things up every now and then; never get too accustomed to one setting or another because you will never grow as an individual. Several people have told me they could never move in with their inlaws even if it was just temporarily. And here's what I have to say to those people, have you met Andrew & Gina? Exactly. Apparently you have not. Because if you had, then you'd understand. Ok ok enough brown nosing, but for real, so far its been great. Ask me in a week, and perhaps my answer will be different. hahah. joking again! I am quite the comedian on this lovely Monday morning ain't I? But all joking aside, besides the whole waking up half an hour earlier, I think we could really get accustomed to this new living arrangement! I am officially unpacked AND my closet has not caved in. Too bad I cannot say the same thing for my life partner. Poor Jason. Or wait, not poor Jason, I told him minutes earlier the closet might need reinforcing. Did he listen? Of course not. Did I still help him organize his clothes, color coordinated and all despite his rebellious actions? Of course I did :) Such a perfect girlfriend.

Even if things end up going a lil astray, its always a learning experience. We come from a location where we could wake up at 8 and still manage to make it to work on time, and worse case scenario, there's always the good ol' metro to save us. But now? We must leave the house by 7:30 to beat traffic and metro? What metro? That is not even an option when you have ONE car and you no longer could walk home from the station. And take Wednesday for example, I am dropping off Jason at Fort Lauderdale airport at 5 in the morning. FIVE. If thats not sacrificing for love I do not know what is. Don't get me wrong, it's a good thing. We all need boundaries and to be brought down to earth every once in a while. What's a snotty 25 year old thinking, she could get away with sleeping till 8am when there are people that work night and day for minimum wage? If we do not sacrifice for eachother now, and learn early on in our relationship the struggles of life, how will we ever be able to appreciate the beauty in life when we live in the 31st floor waterview penthouse in Brickell? So thats basically how I look at everything. We could either 1. make the worst of it and pout or 2. makes the best of it and not pout.

I hate when people pout. Don't pout. Just don't. It's not becoming of you. When I was younger and a world renowned pouter, I remember my mom telling me, "Melina, there is someone always worst off than you, be thankful." And of course, my smart remark was always "So, there's always someone better off". So young and naive. I understand now what my mom was trying to say. And she was so right. Pout if you have cancer, no job, or some health issue you have no control over. I take that back, even if you do though. Don't pout. Life is pretty awesome. We have a sun, a moon, stars, clouds that make cool shapes, hair dye, funny people, guacamole and sometimes even your occasional fountain diet coke. If you could make the best of these ingredients you are the luckiest person to ever have lived. If not, please just learn to do so.