Flowers

Hello Everyone:

My sweetie sent me flowers for Valentine's Day. They're sitting on my desk, looking pretty. The flowers came yesterday morning. Mom said she heard the door bell ring but couldn't get to the door. She told me about when I came in to eat breakfast. I opened the door and there they were. Mom was suitably impressed. It made me smile. I mentioned all of this to the Brit BF when we Skyped today. He was the one who sent them. I still remember the first bouquet, it was for my birthday. They were the best thing that day. I still miss him a lot and keep wishing we were in the same place at the same time. I think the way this will happen is if I go there. Not that I'm complaining about a trip to the UK, especially if I don't have to pay for the ticket. I was telling the Brit BF that now I really hope I go through to the next round of interviews for this job I went out for. I know I was really resistant to it and I still think I'll get a rejection letter but there's a part of me that really wants this job. I know that, despite my lack of experience, I can do what's expected of me. I don't know why this is but it's visceral. Paycheck and benefits aside, I strongly believe I can do the job. We'll see what happens in a week or two. Meanwhile, I just go on.