Drumroll…. seven more days to go.


Hello Philippines and hello world! As I write this, Ralph, my fiance, and I are now down to 7 days and four hours before our long-awaited “meeting,” so imagine how anxious I get from time to time. I was a nervous wreck during  my shower this afternoon. I kept imagining horrible things happening on Nov. 15th, Ralph’s arrival. What if upon meeting me in person, he’d realize I was only photogenic on webcam but looked completely different in person? Gosh, that would be devastating although I have never tried to make any effort of appearing something unnatural when I show myself on cam.

And as I write this, he just left to grab something to eat. Yes, we talk everyday, 24/7. We may be miles apart but we are constantly connected through the internet; the most wonderful innovation ever created. Anyway, he thinks I am not excited at all to meet him. On the contrary, I’ve been thinking about it non-stop. That’s the first thing I think about when I wake up in the morning, and that is the last thing on my mind before I go to bed at night. He sometimes thinks he’s the only one who shows positive attitude about this whole move. Of course not! This move is a life-changing experience for me and for him too. We can only hope for the best after everything that we have gone through. It has not been easy for us. Especially for him. I have been mean to him and I feel sorry for all those times that I hurt him. But I know that we have the rest of our lives together to make up for it.