So I’m sitting here, doing some stuff before I start work for the day/ Life is okay at this moment. I’m in a building and there are windows nearby, but the closes one that’s visible from where I am… isn’t that far away. The easiest one to look through is also not that far away, but it’s much farther.

Today is just another day. I head on home, pack the last of my stuff, head on over to the new place. Might pick up a few things along the way. Don’t know yet. But there is stuff to do and take care of and I’ll be taking care of it. Don’t have a choice at this point.

Saw my ex for the last time yesterday, and it hurt a little, but I’m not feeling it so much. Maybe it contributed to my intense dreams last night. Probably a lot of things did.

I’m really looking forward to eating something healthy soon. I’ve been subsisting on takeout far too much, and to be honest it’s not a great way to be. My gut is not happy. I’m not happy. But it’s kept me going.

Last few things to pack this afternoon and then I’m out. Back tomorrow morning to throw out more rubbish, but otherwise the work is done, and it’s a relief. Tiring, tired, very much looking forward to sleep which I won’t be getting tonight, but you make do with what you can at any given moment. Looking forward to having that rest.

So I’m writing in a new and familiar space, and I’m sitting here and feeling uncertain, but excited. The mood is down and up, but those waves are starting to settle. They’re settling and I’m feeling things return to me, and hopefully that means I’ll be writing less about myself and more about whatever else comes to mind. I don’t know if that will indeed be the case, but I hope. I always hope, and now is no different. There’s a lot to do over the next twelve months, anyway, and so I need to be able to get through it all. Need to end things on a bang, even if it is a very quiet and polite bang.

So… what now? I could say so much about moving house right now, but I’m yet to do it. I’m yet to actually be out, and doing so right now doesn’t feel right. It doesn’t feel good, or honest. I want those feelings and expressions to be fairly fresh, or at least tempered after the whole experience is done. That’s what I want, but I also want to start now. I don’t know. I’ve got other things to cover anyway, so I’ll probably get to those first. Get a few things out of the way, get back to getting everything written and then some.

For now I’ll just wrap this up and then get on with the other things. Then finish getting ready, and then start working.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:30:88

Not great, but an improvement.

Written at work.