Monday, March 19, 2012

The adapting process

There's a strange agony in moving on,especially to a new place.Strangers scattered all over the new neighbourhood and weird glance just makes your palm wet with some sweat. But this isn't fear, just a little bit of nervousness because you have already gone through the fear of crossing the line of your old life.Pretty much this isn’t harder than that. So with hope safeguarding your back, you dismantle your old belongings trying to make the house look more alive with things.
But then it wasn’t easy either when the old life was more comfortable than this one. You don’t have to make new friends, newspapers will arrive directly to your doorstep and sundry shop guy just know exactly when the sugar and spices on your shelves will dry out precisely. No worries about finding the best place for the weekly laundry. You are so accustomed to the old bed that you used to lay unconsciously after a lousy day at work. You find it so easy to be staring on the ceilings and blaming the world for your failure that for now you just want to run back to your place and cuddled in that blanket with the lights off.


That old life seems to be the perfect excuse to not wanting to move on, but isn’t it a kind of betrayal to all self pledge that you had done while moving your belongings into that truck the other day. And so you slowly walked towards the kitchen makes yourself a cup of coffee and rest your shoulder to the window pane. For now this life seems to be lonely, there wasn’t anything to look forward to when it’s just the sound of your own humming to a forgotten tune breaking the silence of your own thoughts.  

Along with the smell of the freshly painted walls and kids roaring with so much of excitement after scoring their goals, you just know that this life promises something. Something that you have no idea yet, something that will bring back everything that you have lost because for now life had taken you to the right place, exactly the place that you have to be right now.  There wasn’t any regret of the leaving, there’s just a lot of excitement around me, wondering of how to make friends with the strangers along the neighbourhood.

But with the knock on the door, I guess I don’t have to try hard on making friends here..there just seems to be lots of friendly people around here ..

8 comments:

  1. you seem have just moved to a new place,am i right? well obvious enough. have a good process of adapting then.

    do write more about your neighborhood and who knows you gonna find your Mr Plus One there :P

    eheh.

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  2. hahah..Mr plus one sounds niceeeeeeee..hehe..not a new place, a new surrounding I would say :)

    and thank you boy :)

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    1. haha. sounds nice aint it ?
      ok i see.
      same wish goes then, hihi

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  3. Though it can be emotionally draining, I like moving because I get to throw out things I don't use and I like the newness of the new place. I don't like feeling like the outsider, though.

    I hope you'll enjoy your new space.

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    1. Me too..i like to throw out things I dont use too..kinda save some space :)

      Thank you for dropping by

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  4. I don't like moving, I dunno it scares me. Maybe because I hate the changes that comes with moving :/ but hey, sometimes it's really good to get a change :D

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    1. Changes are good for sure..I hate changes too but sometimes there's no other ways :)

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