Days of Eni's life

I think I have been asked ten thousand times these past few months : "so how is married life?" How do you answer this question? I just nod and say "Great!". And that is one of the words that come to my mind when I think of being married. Why is it so great?  Let's see: first, my husband is Superman, but don't tell anyone. He can do a thousand things at a time, but still take care of me and make me feel like the most important and precious woman in the world. He has seen me sick, seen me happy, messy hair in the morning, make-up running down my face, and many other little things which are imperfect, but are part of me. He has seen most of it, and he loves me for every little part of me. He has seen my weaknesses, and he has done so much to help me overcome them, one by one. I still have a long way to go, but he is next to me every step. We have been married almost six months, and we have had no arguments, no reproaching, no putting the other down. We ...

I love a phrase I read once in a short story, and it said something along the lines of : "there is no such thing as shop girls, just girls who happen to work in shops". Why do I like it so much? It applies very well to my life. I loved school, and did my best, tried to get involved in many things, even graduated valedictorian... I graduated from college almost a year ago. By now, I should be well off on the path of becoming a great programmer. But I am not even close to even becoming a programmer... Then why did I bother for 8 years to study programming, to be the best, to learn as much as I could? I think it was because of my dream. I did have a dream: become a great programmer that writes code for games that would help children learn and progress. I wanted to design games that are different from what I get to see kids playing today - like shooter games... I saw myself changing some people's lives. I had a dream of starting my own family, and working as a programmer wo...

It was a cold morning. The night went by fast. I decided to linger in bed for a few more minutes. In no time, I was asleep again. I had a dream, it was a mix between beautiful and  nightmare. If felt good for a while until I realized in my dream that it was just a dream. Do you know that feeling? In my dream, I was spending time with a guy that I was madly in love a while back. We were just friends in my dream, and I knew that now, in real life, he didn't feel anything for me but friendship. We were having a great time in my dream, then it all turned into nightmare: he started flirting with me, and told me it had been a mistake to let me go. I woke up angry, angry at myself for dreaming that! I feel like I am perfectly fine with the way things are, and it makes me angry when my subconscious plays tricks on me like that! To make up for my nightmare, I had the chance to meet with my very best friend from junior high. We talked for hours, and I felt like time hadn't pass at all...