bed

This is the first time since visiting home that it feels really great to be in my bed. I love my room. The way the sun peaks through my closed blinds in the morning, illuminating the orange that surrounds the translucent curtains that cover each window. I have done some of my best thinking in the very spot I currently lay in. Not too mention my best sleeping has been done here. Many of my favorite memories come from laying here with people close to me, just letting the room surround us until we felt warm and safe and loved. All of my posters are off the wall now, and many subtle things about this room have changed, but laying here brings back so many fond memories. If I look around, I can see myself growing, changing, laughing, crying, stretching, sleeping, dancing, singing, reading, hugging, kissing - all in the different phases of my life - I can see them in this room.

I am really happy that I started to write in this blog. To me it is more than just a place to write down my fleeting thoughts that other people read and dissect. It has saved a part of me I thought I had lost. A side to me, not always serious, but at least conscious of what I feel or think or do. Every time I write a blog I am forced to think, for no one's sake but my own, in the hopes of coming closer to figuring out how I am configured into the equation of this world and lives of other people. It has been only a bit over a half of a year, and I have seen myself progress so much through the eyes of this blog - examining my life and eventually letting myself live it.