Life is Life or how I finally moved away

I’m writing this at midnight!Life is live, huh! Apparently I’m a night owl and function better at night. Usually, you’ll find me looking through my window while trying to write something smart. This time though we’re out of pattern. Do you know why? Let me explain.

I don’t have a window anymore. Or at least such that I can use to watch the city. Because now my window only shows the green grass in my new place. Just one day after I reached and passed another year in my life, I moved away to live in a place, which is for me only. And it’s strange.

It’s strange not because I don’t like it, but because I’ve never lived alone. Yes, I’ve been away lots of times, but usually with other people. But being all alone is whole another feeling. There’s nobody to greet me when I come home from work, nobody to make me angry as well.

This first days were interesting at a point that I found out there is another me below. Another woman, who’s ready to fight, ready to be even more successful, ready to live on a whole another level.

I don’t know how this happened, but I finally feel again the urge to read, to watch movies, to be… me! This freedom is also filled with my guilt that I left my parents alone exactly when they needed me, but they understand and are happy for me.

It’s past midnight. Another day enters. Another day with its own adventures. I gotta go vote, I need to check out my parents and I need to plan the entire month and what should I do. But at the end of the day, I know I can come back to my place where I know I’m alone, but I can do whatever I want. Like sitting past midnight and writing blog post.

Finally! I moved away! And I can begin my new adventure and new paths I choose to go through!

Let’s live! Let’s love!

xoxo
Amairo out

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