A life worth living

Taking a tram at night in the cold in Melbourne to the suburbs really makes me feel nostalgic. I remember fighting against the freezing strong wings in my shorts, riding all the way up to Frankston with Dave in mid winter. Those days we were crazily impulsive, or should I say, madly spontaneous and lusting for adventure.

On the other hand, I also reflected on what I have lost to come here. A steady income, my beloved Mazda 3... oh how I miss it so much.. -that luxurious life. I do admit I am kinda materialistic when it comes to cars, gadgets and clothes... and I still imaging myself in those leather seats, behind the wheel.

Still, I don't regret. Every morning, waking up just breathing and knowing here I am, in Melbourne.. I look in the mirror, I stir up some kinda motivation inside me, that tells myself I will work hard, and earn everything back.. with my own hands. At least one day I can be proud that everything I have, I deserve every speck of it.

Not to mention, very soon, SD will be here with me. So now, I can go to sleep with a long-lost smile on my face... sweet dreams, nel.