A month ago, I had several plans, each was going to be done in their respective time and I was going to go through life from there. Life was consistent, on a set path, even these entries were coming along, rather frequently, I was in my comfort zone and I was good.
Then we move, new home, new neighborhood, new life. I was even given a new car to drive around in, new people living with me, it’s all new. The only thing that was old were the things I brought with me.
The superficial things: Clothes, blankets, textbooks, my backpack.
The non-superficial things: Memories, souvenirs, hope, potential, Dreams and even Regrets.
And now I’m looking back and I’m comparing my situation from now and then.
First of all, all expectations and plans I had a month ago went completely out the window, I’ve got plenty of room for spontaneity in my plans, but this was more like a clean slate.
My mind is still adapting to this place, it still has that new house smell, despite all of the stuff from the old house lying around the place, which probably explains why my entries have been lacking as of late. It also doesn’t help that I’ve contracted a cold and now even standing up could cause me to be dizzy.
The main focus right now is to adapt to this new environment, and try to grow and expand here. I’ve already have new plans for the up and coming, but there are so many things to get used to, even the ground and air feels new to me. I like it, it’s fresher, cleaner, the view is more open, my neighbor is a mountain that begs to be hiked, my room is bigger, and there are many things that demand my attention and effort.
I need to rest, my temperature is elevating again. Bah, I hate being sick.