Memoir in the making

After years of contemplating, I finally decided to actually starting drafting parts of what could become my own memoir. I don't usually write, and when I write, it doesn't end up being good. I am not a writer, but I can't help thinking of ways on how to preserve these memories, good ones and the bad. I do blog. But there is something with memoirs that becomes much more meaningful. I always believe that when you are trying to remember a part of you that has happened for many, many years, it's much better if you forget some details.

When I write blog entries, I usually put all the good stuff, the bad stuff, the unnecessary stuff. Because that's what happened. It's log is what it is after all. But making memoir makes you think of instances that you feel you already forgot. But once you start writing it, you remember what must be important at the moment you're writing it.

For the past couple of weeks, I've been trying to remember all the things that happened in my life. And boy, it's satisfying and therapeutic and it really makes me realize things I wouldn't had I not been thinking about it.

I hope this goes somewhere.

"When was the last time you did something for the first time?"

Today might be a special day. After years (yes, years) of contemplating whether to finally enter into the game of dating, here I am.

That 3 and a half fours of pure conversation, knowing the person in front me, and at the same, actually finding him cute and him being exactly my type, that was one of the most exciting moments I had in a while (well, in terms of trying to be in a relationship). I feel so lucky today, I can't believe it.

Also, I am thankful because I discovered this nice little coffee shop in Teacher's Village. Cozy and not very well know. Perfect for quiet time, or for doing business or acad stuff.

I cannot say anything more but I am just sooo happy today.

I hope he felt that, too.