Transit

9:26 PM. Just finished my last syllabus assignment (out of three). And my to-do list has been barely ticked, because the deadline was two days ago. But I won't die by being late. In fact I'm the first to submit, and the other teachers haven't turned in theirs yet.

My boyfriend, John, just left the cafe, now in his own night shift. He bought me my meal, we talked a bit about how our days went.

So this is what settling in feels like. It's being comfortable enough to face transitions. I have to study this new DepEd Curriculum, John has to juggle his freelance and full-time gigs, and we are continuously discovering how we fit into each other's lives.

I don't want to go home yet. And I can do that. I AM doing that! Enjoying the peace, the background noise of baristas maintaining their barista tools. The house music. The aircon hum, my own key-tapping.

And then it fucking rains.

I would've added raindrops to the list of lovely sounds, but it's almost ten and the cafe is closing soon and I will have to go home. Wait, am I complaining? The cheapskate in me is, because surely I will take a Grab car to get home safely and dryly.

9:51 PM. Bless my trip.