The possibility of goodbye. My birthday post

Happy birthday to me! I’m 22 now and I’m completely screwed. With two Australian visas ending in April, we have nowhere to go afterwards. We ran out of money and we (nevermind just me) suck at our my job so are more than screwed. I’m trying to figure something out but basically: money will determine whether we’ll be together. The worst part is I can’t even have nice dreams anymore because this issue has to come in and taint them all consistently. It’s yucky.

Whoever said money doesn’t buy happiness is wrong. Money can buy anything, there are visas in this country specifically for people with a lot of money and for no other reason.

On the bright side I actually had a pretty good birthday. I Skyped with my parents the day after which was their gift to me. Oh yeah, another horrible depressing thing to mention, and I won’t go into detail, but a family member of mine was hospitalized for an issue which is serious. On top of my already big enough issue, this means I have been doing a lot more crying than usual as of late (I cry a lot already, I’m weak). It’s basically in my daily schedule by now. Also stress poops. Those too. Sorry that was definitely too much information.

Anyway it’s time to see the good parts. I also want to mention last night we went to South Australia’s Adelaide “Fringe Festival” opening parade, which is where the pictures are coming from. Although I have to admit the photographers were in the way the whole time.

This is literally the only picture I got of the actual parade that wasn’t blurry. I’ve just gone through them all. I wish I was kidding.

Many boys are fart machines in human bodies and are not that great at the whole “romantic” thing. That’s why on February 10th 2017, AKA my 22nd birthday, I requested thoughtfulness from my boyfriend. I just wanted something handmade that shows he tried and he thought about me. I’m sentimental so something handmade means a lot more than it should to me.

The day before my birthday he was killing me by not allowing me into the kitchen while he got to bake. I LOVE BAKING. I was being very annoying, bothering him and begging him to let me in and help. I was lucky enough that he came out with a bowl and an apron on and let me stir the ingredients. Then I got to lick the bowl when he was done. Score.

Days before that he would buy things in secret and I had to be on the other side of the store while he was getting things. The good news is I found 3 kilograms of potatoes for 30 cents. Highlight of that day x 100.

The morning of my birthday he started making a meal his mom made for us a lot back in Germany. Chicken Fricassee. So good. He tried to make it a surprise but it was obvious when he started boiling an entire chicken in a ridiculously large pot. The pots he chooses are always way too big and mine are always way too small. The struggle of a lifetime.

While I was in the middle of eating my soup, he impatiently asked whether I wanted cake and proceeded to “sneak” and grab some birthday candles from the drawer that was directly behind me. Before I could say I didn’t want any yet he ran and got the cake he had spent so much time on and revealed it to me.

It was a Sims diamond shaped cake which he covered in fondant and painted with food glitter. It was adorable. This was me making a short wish. I was like this for only 4 hours.Very short wish. Sorry I look like a gremlin, it was morning.

He also made me a little book which made me cry. Like I said, I’m a crier.

Each page was cut with a very small kitchen knife. Why not an x-acto knife, you ask? Well I don’t know either.

He also bought a gift which he wrapped himself and stapled shut. Boys.

It was one of those adult coloring books which I’ve always stopped and looked at but never got one. If we are apart again in April, it is things like this he does that I’ll miss.

We ate a lot of ice cream because it was 45C  (113F) that week. To keep chocolate from not melting in the car included me trying to avoid it from melting in my hands by holding it like it was some sort of diseased hot potato in front of the vents blowing air conditioning.

Oh also, last night we apparently stumbled by a Guns N’ Roses concert. Had no idea they still existed but there you go. Now you know. Keeping you updated on the latest news from the 1980’s. Now I’m probably going to go cry some more and continue to figure out what to do. Maybe my next post will have a solution! Thank you for reading.