95th day

... in New Zealand

Never truly reflect my actual thoughts and feelings since I left home; too fearful to look back perhaps. I do dismiss my emotional cry out often, I do believe in some mechanism of plasticity, in this context at least. Am I coping? Am I living? Am I surviving? No idea. Does it matter anyway?

Honestly, I have no regrets moving out from that unit. I am better off at where I am now. Happy here, lovely housemates. Comfortable at least. Nice weirdo CT to check out at times. Nearer to the city but bad for my shopping budget. I am settling in. Late but better than never. As for now, I need to bridge the differences I need to pick my pieces and bring myself up to where I should be I like being lost and not wanting to be found Just wander till I find my heart's content

Cheerio