Loretta

Considering that yesterday was the umpteenth time I nearly broke up with my boyfriend, today has been quite good. I don't know why I have to do it from time to time, maybe it's some kind of subconscious emotional blackmailing on my part to make him change, but it's not like the usual stuff that I saw with my Mom's guys. I mean, it's not like he does something wrong, then I threaten him to leave, then he changes for a month (maximum), then all goes back to normal (meaning usual). No. He never does wrong things, except that I can't see how and why and how long he can put up with us living with our parents (separately).
Anyway, today he sent me an email with links to flat renting sites, and it came as a sort of miracle for me. For one thing, it wasn't necessary by that time because we had already sorted things out last night. Secondly, he has never before made steps to get closer to moving, and that's why I take it as a firm position on his side. I mean, he had said a few times before that we want the same, and he just wants to do it with the least risk-taking possible (I'm not sure of the word order here). He wants to wait till the summer because we have to see how his position will go at work, in other words, if he can stay or not. Well, something similar is the case with me, with all these regulations and laws coming up in Hungary in the field of education.
I know it's a good day when I wake up with lots of ideas and enthusiasm about my job at stahl.hu, have a nice hot bath with milk and honey shower gel, and drink wine, cream liqueur, and vanilla tea in one day. I've actually started planning our New Year's Eve menu because we have invited some friends from the orchestra. In relation to my new intern job I read lots of nice recipes, including special Christmas recipes. I already want to make liqueur, jam, and gingerbread of course. I don't know if I will manage because I've never made liqueur or jam before, but the gingerbread turned out perfect for the first time. The other problem with liqueurs is that you have to put lots of alcohol into them, which is expensive, plus some of the recipes suggest a period of time to mellow, ranging from a week to a month. The latter means that I have missed those recipes for Christmas present this year.
Almost forgot to mention two very important elements of a happy day (besides my boyfriend). I've listened to Norah Jones's Featuring album on the Net (which comes second on my must-have Christmas present list because it's slightly more expensive than Annie Lennox, and I do take into account the financial limits of my loved ones); second thing is we ate buns with roasted sesame seed and sandwich creams made of prawn and salmon. They were from the supermarket, so you can never know, but they tasted fine, anyway. I've acquired a strong affection for seafood recently (if there's such an expression at all), and I know it's not the kind of thing a novice teacher (or any teacher) in Hungary can afford as a hobby, but these creams really don't cost a thing, and if you're clever a small box is enough for four buns (covering both sides).
So that's what we did, ate these wonderful buns and watched Beugró. And tomorrow we are having lunch with his Mom, which means a full three-course-lunch with all the best you can imagine (her Carp a la Dorozsmai is the best Christmas dish I've ever had), and on Monday we are going to Centrál Színház to the shooting of Mindenből egy van (with free tickets). Now that's what I call fun. (And it would be even better if I didn't have to think about more lesson plans to write.)