The morning fog is slowly fading giving way for the bright shining sun peeking through my window sill. I could smell the warm coffee brewing and the bacon crackling from the neighbors house.The scent of pancakes has got me floating away, slowly getting up from my bed. Ever since the time changed I am having problems waking up in the morning. I have been in my place for four months now and boxes are still everywhere. Moving is part of my don't want to do list. Organizing stuff and making all work together is so hard to do. I watch the HGTV channel almost everyday but I still could not find the mood of decorating to empower me. The view of the city through my window is not a very flattering one but I would stll like to put a chair and desk right by it. I remember when I just moved in, my dogs were yapping because they did not like the new place compared to the old place they were used to. Going outside to throw the trash or even doing anything alone is unbelievably hard for me. Come to realize, this is the first time I would venture out living by myself. A new experience I guess for a new life. The luxury of freedom to do whatever I want is so overwhelming because now I seem to not do anything at all. Maybe I need time to eventually realize that my stuff are not going to move themselves. Within the four months that I had this place I only spent probably a total of two weeks. I have been staying with friends and family to run away from the fact that I have my own place and that I need to start living alone. Circumstances has forced me in this situation where I am not very used to. Imagine not having someone to talk to or laugh out loud with when you remember something funny, sad or interesting. Nobody to listen to you when you just want to get something off your chest. No one to tease when you want to be playful. No one to console or to be consoled. I should not complain about what I have missing, compared to other people I have plenty. But I guess personal happiness will always be an issue even if you have the necessary necessities to go through life.
A not so Interesting Life
I used to dread getting older because I thought I would not be able to do all the things I wanted to do, but now that I am older I find that I don't want to do them.
Nancy Astor, interview, 1959
British politician (1879 - 1964)
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