five short months

it seems weird to think that half a year ago, i was going through the motions. getting myself from home to work and home again. unintentionally living. barely leaving the house after work. feeling sorry for myself.

fast forward five months and i’m pretty lucky that i met someone easy to get along with and who encourages me to let him appreciate me. who will eat anything i make and thank me sincerely every night for dinner.

i’m feeling pretty fortunate today.