On February 14, 2013, I got the phone call.
It was the second year of celebrating Valentine's Day this way by choice. Work ends at 6 am and I hurriedly popped two pills that will take effect once I am home. I made no plans with anyone except my bed and work later that day. The commute going home was smooth and easy. After eating breakfast and cuddling my favorite cat, I went to bed.
My phone is usually on Silent Mode. But that day, deep in my heart, I had wished to receive at least one phone call, so I had put it on General Profile Mode and put it on top of the computer table.
Around 8 in the morning, with dark blankets spread on the window, the fan in full blast and me hugging my favorite dog stuff toy, I fell in deep slumber.
At 10 am, I was awaken by the ringing of my phone just right outside my room. But when I held it, it's already a missed call. It was from a familiar number so I texted and asked why but since the med is still in effect, I still feel sleepy and crept back in bed and slept.
I usually get up from bed during lunch time to catch up with the people at home. That missed call already forgotten. Anyway, if it's important they will call again.
While keeping myself busy with my stalking activities on facebook and other online activities, the phone rang again and saw that it's from a landline number this time. Thinking that it was just for checking if my phone is active, I ignored it, but it kept ringing so I answered it.
It was the girl who interviewed me. Asking how am I doing and other sorts of "kumustahan" lines. I said, I'm ok. Just woke up and about to go back to bed. She asked what are my plans moving forward. I said, "If ever you don't hire me, siguro dito muna ko sa current company ko and maybe next year na ko maghanap ng teaching position. Hindi pa meant to be." She laughed on the "meant to be" line.
Then she said "I am calling you today to inform you that you had been accepted." Then a group of people shouted "Congratulations!" at the background. Guess what? I cried. Hahaha...
So, it's been a year. This year will be about first year anniversaries of teaching experiences I had. This year, I celebrate the first year anniversary of my courageous move of going out my comfort zone and exploring the unknown and choosing to do what I love.
Who knows, maybe this year, I'll get that phone call. Not necessarily on February 14th but I hope it's another Love Call.