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Do you feel super?



It's been a while since I blogged. I can't say I miss it that much. Instagram, twitter and Facebook posts took over the blog world. I guess it's the accessibility and because you need not think about templates and color palettes for the layout. Anyway, going back to the title of this post - When was the last time I felt super? Well.. I traveled to Denver alone this September. It was a week long business trip. I was trying hard to convince my husband to come with me but failed because he had work too and couldn't take the time off. This is not the first time for me to travel alone but what made this different is that it was the first time for me to travel after getting married. For some reason, it did feel different not having that constant person with me aka the hubby. I felt super because I survived it. I did get homesick after office hours while I was alone at the hotel and walking around Denver downtown. It was an experience to be stopped by a number of homeless guys asking for some money to spare and extra food. I bet I looked like an idiot trying my best to look calm while I walk away. I felt super when I managed to "up" my plane seats to a better one because I had nothing better to do while waiting at the airport so I went to the counter and tried my luck and got it. :)


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