It took me a while to start a blog. Everyone kept telling me I needed one. I used to be addicted to diary writing. I supposed when your life is all happy dappy you don't feel the need to express any grief... I have been very happy since the day i met my husband. Here's the story of how i met him. I think it's a pretty sweet story.
Last year in June I decided to leave the island life and start traveling again. Argentina was the destination. Since my dad lives in California, i decided to stop half way to visit him first. From there my sister, who came to visit dad with me convinced me to go to New York with her. I'm very easily convinced, i went with her hoping to maybe get a teaching job and stay for a couple of months. One day i went to Manhattan center to see Amma (the renowned hugging mother of India). If you have been to any of her gatherings you'll know how long the line is to get a hug. I was put on the cue to sit next to this guy who has tattoos all over his arms and neck. Beard all over his face. He has sweet eyes and smiles. His voice was really calming. We sat there waiting eagerly to get a hug, we talked and talked for hours and finally got our hugs from Ammagi 4 hours later. After the hug we talked some more for another 4 hours. These talks turn our relationship into something spectacular. His name is Vincent. An artist, painter, and lover. My life flipped to a bright side after i met him. He's full of love.
That's all i can say today. I'm in Love....
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