Nostalgia in Spring

Our last stop in Jaime’s visit last year was of course, Washington DC. It’s his first time to visit my home (and also meet Waffles!). Our flight from Florida was a bit too early so we both decided to rest for a bit.

I took Jaime to my favorite places around the city: the National Museum of Art, Georgetown, and some coffee shops. He only has two days left before flying back to the Philippines and I wanted to make the most of the time that we have left.

A Little Bit of Background

Jaime and I have been in a long distance relationship for four years. Our story started right before my family and I had to migrate to the US. We fell in love unexpectedly and – in every sense – at the wrong moment. At first, I didn’t think we would make it. Statistically, how many long distance relationships with no set plans for the future actually work? I was one for plans, plans, plans. And entering in a relationship right before moving was never in the plan. I thought about this so much before leaving: is this going to be worth it eventually in the long way? There were a lot of questions, a lot of reasons on why we shouldn’t work. Yet they were all overshadowed by one thing: we were in love. It was the utmost cliché, but it was true.

And so, the night before I left, when he cried while I was in his arms because he kept saying how much timing has its faults, when we were both cursing fates and all of the universe for having us meet a little bit too late, we decided to make it work.

We try to visit each other at least once a year. When I was living in Hawaii, he went to visit me twice, the first time with his parents, and the second time with his brothers. And before I moved in DC with my mom, I went to the Philippines to spend time with him and his family. Last year, he decided to visit mine. I went home for a month, too.

Four years as of this moment. Nonstop cheap flight alerts on almost every site I could think of: skyscanner, kayak, google. A list of places in between us that we could meet each other halfway. Saving. Thinking of the end game.


if there is someone who wants to hold your hand,
and guide you out of the shadows
you always hide yourself in,
let them in.
don’t be afraid
to let someone love
every inch of you
even the parts of yourself
that you are ashamed of.

Founding Farmers, Washington DC
Peet’s Coffee, Georgetown Washington DC
Boulangerie Christophe, Georgetown Washington DC
National Gallery of Art


Cariza is a writer based in Washington, DC. If drinking coffee and writing sad poetry were a personality, it'd be her.