Its been 21 days now at this new place. So many different feelings, so many memories of what could have been, now get displayed at the very place where it was supposed to happen.
I go through a whole variety of feelings every day, I get out of my room first thing in the morning and I love what I see. It is such a tiny place, but I love what I have put together. I have breakfast, I start working and then noon starts getting closer... so is the hot air
ugh.. is so hot here... my dad says its hot everywhere, but it feels specially hot here.
then night comes...
prep dinner, wash dishes, spend time with the son...
go to bed
I feel tired
bored
but I take a look back before closing my bedroom door,., and again I feel happy
i like what I see
boredom, that's what happens the most.
I was supposed to exercise in the morning and take walks at night. I have done nothing of that
maybe if I do that I would feel different, but Im feeling so tired and with no energy,., could I be depressed?
anyway, its been 21 days, am I loving it? not really but damn do I feel proud of myself
