This is going to be the biggest change in my life so far. I am moving away to wander around somewhere in the middle. It's been two weeks since I am packing my things and sorting those I will give and will keep. It sure is a difficult task because I have too many things and my list of things to do goes on and on...
The first week was terrible. I got emotional knowing that I am going to leave behind all these things without a guarantee that I am leaving for good. That I am leaving to have a better life ahead, a happier mornings, and most especially to finally achieve these things I wonder all the time. My ideals are great but they sure are too perfect for this world to happen. I always do that. I always imagine. There's peace in imagining great thoughts. It's better to imagine beautiful, too-good-to-be-true things than those of the opposite. Though be cautious not to drown in it.
There's no guarantee. There are definitely hardships that I have to go through in this journey. After all, I am not living in a world just like in the fancy Disney story books. Although I am willing to write and tell my stories of life. Fancy or not. Like I always do. That's a part of my goal: to have time to write a book.
A part of me wants to stay and forget about it. But I keep packing my things like my mind and body really wants to go out from my comfort. Two weeks in and I am still confused as to how this will be. Letting go is hard but sometimes if we choose to stay, we'll never see what lies ahead.