Thought I knew my mind, like the back of my hand... The gold and the rainbow, nothing panned as I planned...
A little over a month... the newness is slowly wearing off. Things are definitely different. And things are definitely the same. Seems a little like an oxymoron, but it's the truth. I get lazy. I get stuck in routine. I am inherently complacent.
I'm positive that my living environment is substantially healthier, but at the same time I feel like I'm losing big pieces of my core. And it's all in the small things. Like I haven't written anything since I've moved. I haven't cross stitched. I haven't read. I haven't made any time just for myself. I didn't really realize it until I got home tonight to an empty house and immediately fell into some deep retrospection because I don't have the distraction. I seem to have such a hard time finding balance in my life. I've been so focused on being social, visiting and hanging out with my housemates, getting out of the house, and meeting new people that I've totally ignored my ne...