Today , I feel so lonely and alone. I can't wait for my husband to come home. I am already started counting the days. He will be arriving on Sunday, March 09. My typical weekdays are home, work , home, work .. and that's it. I haven't been to the gym lately because I was sick. I am planning to start going back to the gym tomorrow. Anyway,after I eat my supper this evening. I was like.. Oh gosh ,I don't know what to do . It's so quite here. Then I remember my guitar. It has been awhile that I haven't played my guitar. And tonight I feel like I wanted to play it. I learn how to play guitar when I was 13. Two of my high school classmates brought their guitar at school everyday. And after lunch , we hang out under a big Acacia tree and played the guitar. They're so nice that they let us used it and they even teach us how to play it.
I really wanted to have my own guitar, but my parents cannot afford it. There are many important things in life than a guitar . So whenever I wanted to play, I will just borrow one from my cousin and also our Pastor will let me borrow the church guitar too .
My husband knows how much I love to play , and he thought that when I get to the US that would be the first thing that I wanted him to buy for me. But I didn't ask him to buy me one. " There are more important things in life than buying a guitar", that's what I said. Then on my birthday, he bought me one. Now I have my OWN first guitar. And I love it.
