..since I moved in on Alberta iela. Even this early, it's surprisingly easy to make it feel like home. Not as a reflection of what was home previously, but my own home. I had a breakfast of cereal and raspberry yoghurt, and this I bought myself, yesterday, on trip of many to come. A combination of adulthood chores and youthful excitement of tasting independency.
I haven't had the easiest time falling or remaining asleep. That should change, as I change the colours of the walls and the aura of my surroundings, and also as inner problems and wounds fade away. A place of starting anew, like it usually happens, only with a whole new way to do it.
I haven't been in my old room since I moved out, and I'm expecting the encounter to be rather saddening. It's a lovely room, it really is, and now I've left it sort of broken. Child-like drama, if you will. Storybook stuff, only all too real. I'll probably end up taking all my dolls here.
Since I'm up so high, all the things going on in the sky seem more relevant. It's raining, now. Right above me, it's very comforting.
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