I am not a fan of change. This puts me at very uneasy odds with life at best. Life is very little in essence, if not change. My own life, therefore, is a never ending series of losses and draws, with me pitted in eternal denial and stubbornness against the innumerable variables that govern my fate. The struggle to retain the security of the familiar is a hard one indeed.
Given all this, you can be assured that I did not take kindly to my dear parents' decision to move. I had gotten rather comfortable in my dusty room, bereft of ventilation, and forever enveloped in clouds of nicotine and tobacco that had stained, in the span of two years, every surface imaginable in the remorselessly cluttered room.
Nevertheless, it seemed the shifting of homes, and in my case, of tiny little concrete encased worlds, was inevitable.
The move itself went remarkably efficiently I must say. I am not going to dwell much on details there, largely because it was uneventful and I had little to no part in it. Except for maybe taking care not to get in the way of things being lugged and lifted out. Professionals were employed and thing itself transpired without dramatic hitches.
I found myself in my new quarters soon enough. One day I was cocooned in familiarity and poison clouds, and the next day I was in a new world. With a view.
The new accommodations are a better fit for our family, as it is closer to my father's workplace. But also because it gave my mother much needed space to tinker with the novel organization of our earthly possessions.
My new world is, if anything, the antithesis of my old one. If the latter had been dark and cluttered, the new one is well lit, with a tremendously calming space to it. If the old one had no desirable channel to let in the outside world, this one has three large windows that open to a serene view. The former lair had been surrounded by busy lives emitting a rather loud range of often unpleasant noises. The current living conditions, on the other hand, are somewhat removed from the cacophony of central urban life.
The real surprise was none of this though. The surprising revelation that prompts me to write this post.
It's that I find myself changing now. I like keeping a single window open these days. I find myself sleeping better and have turned to reading after long years of being stuck by my own volition in the world of Youtube videos and movies. The day before yesterday I finished my first book in a long time. It was a good feeling.
I have already started on my next one.
Maybe, just maybe... changing views isn't as bad a thing as I had felt it to be, it seems.
Given all this, you can be assured that I did not take kindly to my dear parents' decision to move. I had gotten rather comfortable in my dusty room, bereft of ventilation, and forever enveloped in clouds of nicotine and tobacco that had stained, in the span of two years, every surface imaginable in the remorselessly cluttered room.
Nevertheless, it seemed the shifting of homes, and in my case, of tiny little concrete encased worlds, was inevitable.
The move itself went remarkably efficiently I must say. I am not going to dwell much on details there, largely because it was uneventful and I had little to no part in it. Except for maybe taking care not to get in the way of things being lugged and lifted out. Professionals were employed and thing itself transpired without dramatic hitches.
I found myself in my new quarters soon enough. One day I was cocooned in familiarity and poison clouds, and the next day I was in a new world. With a view.
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| The view from my new room |
The new accommodations are a better fit for our family, as it is closer to my father's workplace. But also because it gave my mother much needed space to tinker with the novel organization of our earthly possessions.
My new world is, if anything, the antithesis of my old one. If the latter had been dark and cluttered, the new one is well lit, with a tremendously calming space to it. If the old one had no desirable channel to let in the outside world, this one has three large windows that open to a serene view. The former lair had been surrounded by busy lives emitting a rather loud range of often unpleasant noises. The current living conditions, on the other hand, are somewhat removed from the cacophony of central urban life.
The real surprise was none of this though. The surprising revelation that prompts me to write this post.
It's that I find myself changing now. I like keeping a single window open these days. I find myself sleeping better and have turned to reading after long years of being stuck by my own volition in the world of Youtube videos and movies. The day before yesterday I finished my first book in a long time. It was a good feeling.
I have already started on my next one.
Maybe, just maybe... changing views isn't as bad a thing as I had felt it to be, it seems.
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