As we enter the last weekend in January, I am eagerly awaiting what February has to bring for me. The end of January brings May that much closer and my entire body aches with anticipation. This photo above was taken on the 1st of February last year; I had been home a little over a week from my year and a half of living in Dublin1 and my two week trip to Dubai. I was pretty depressed and, strangely, the snow actually cheered me up. It was so pretty and the cold seemed to numb my depression… I have no such luck this year.
This year, as we enter into February, my depression is mixing with a little bit of anxiety and a lot of excitement for good things to come in May. Or so we hope2; he won’t be able to stay if he doesn’t get a job offer – but with the way things are… who knows. And so I wanted to take a moment and look back on this time last year. Last year, I was depressed because I didn’t know when I would ever see him again.
While this photo may not be artistic or impressive, it holds a special place for me because it marked the beginning of our long journey apart from each other. It reminds me of the hopelessness I felt and eases my current depression because at least I know I will be seeing him in May. He doesn’t make promises often because he believes in keeping promises3 and he’s promised me that he’s going to do everything in his power to get here in May.
Are you glad February is here?