So I officially have two houses now, hence two physical homes.
It’s all down to my mentality, my poor het-lagged self to get used to my new surroundings once again.
It’s funny to see the faces of this place, while in my head I’m still stuck in between places. I’m still traveling. I haven’t arrived just yet.
Thankfully, I am no longer homeless.
My house-mate is certain that this is a huge step in our lives.
I honestly can’t see it.
We were already living on our own, taking care of ourselves and our little suite. We were already living away.
This is only a few paperwork different than our last year.
But I see where she’s coming from.
I guess for me, the mentality – the feeling of a home has always been the factor that made the difference.
Last year was that. The grand change. The beginning of a new life.
Now I can’t even feel like I’m actually here.
This is a life I built last year, and being away from it for the few months that I was, I am having trouble to find the pieces to pick them up and to start again.
So now I am sitting across from a person from Home No. 1, at a coffee shop in the city of my Home No. 2 listening to Phillip sing:
“Settle down, it’ll all be clear
Don’t pay no mind to the demons
They fill you with fear
The trouble—it might drag you down
If you get lost, you can always be found”
I hope he’s right.