When your at your lowest, the only way is up

We’ve been here for about a week now and things couldn’t be any better/worse.

As water overboils from the pot, spaghetti seems to be the only thing I’ve been eating—

Besides this really great fish I (we) discovered called Swai, which I cook with rice.

Besides that, my love has no employment as well as myself–except it may be a little easier for me to get a job.

Soon I’ll be selling cold-pressed juices,

or checking in new guests,

or both.

All I know is that the future is bright and I have no doubt about it.

For the first few days, I kept waking up imagining this was the actual dream that I could wake myself up from.

Responsibility,

independence—

I thought I was living it big but this is a whole new level.

Amazing and scary is what I like to call it.

I’ve been finding myself doodling lately on bus rides to unknown places.

I found some “zines” yesterday which has me thinking I should make one.

I’ll be picking up a sketch book and tools soon to start.

I hope you’ve been feeling well.

Confidence is key.

See ya

–Natalia