I just had a most delicious soupe Tonkinoise for lunch. It really warmed me up, right down to my soul :)
Soupe Tonkinoise reminds me of the Pied de Cochon days. I was so busy with work and school that I never had time to cook supper and would always opt for the soup (which I ate in Art History class)
Chicken, and vegetables, lightly spicy tasty liquid...good stuff.
It reminded me how much I hate my job, and that I should have changed it. I was so much happier when I felt overwhelmed with work and could afford soup.
I need to challenge myself more outside of school. Karaté has been good, I have been going regularly. Only once a week but at least I go every week. It feels good to do something physicaly difficult. Restaurant work was both that, and a challenge to my brain because everything went so quickly.
I also remember that when I took that job I was inpsired to look for something that was outside my zone of confort and that I would really like. I was proud to be part of the team, even though I found them harsh sometimes. I was beaming with happiness the first few shifts there. It was a pleasure all my own. I had wanted it, gotten it, and I mostly kept to myself about things that work was teaching me. It was hard on my ego, but it also built it up. I think it prevented me from imaginign that I was anything better or worse than what I was in reality. It kept me connected tot he real.

I am losing that connection. I feel like my mind has been floating around in another dimension, lately. That worries me. Karaté keeps me real, but I need more of that.
Maybe dreaminess is a side-effect of a good relationship. It is such lusury to be with Jonathan that it always feels like a vacation. He also seems to think quite highly of me without me having to do anything particularly extraurdinary...
Tends to have me forgetting what the real world is like, outside of our bubble of love, and that these two will be collindin increasingly often. This will be particularly true when we move-in together.

The bubble is ok, but what is less ok is that I have been using it to distract myself from upcoming serious decisions and other aspects of life that are generaly less pleasant to think about.

I am NOT, NOT, NOT going to a=fall intot eh trap of relying on him to make me happy. It's a tricky one...it creeps-up on you! Mais ce n'est PAS PAS PAS une inévitabilité.

Il est gentils, il m'aime beaucoup, on se rappelle mutuellement à l'ordre...on a tout pour que ça marche.

On cherche un appartement à Verdun :)