Babble

For the first time in two years, I hardly had the time to make my face up as much as I want to.

A couple of moments I've said that something new and thrilling is happening. I can't wait to unbox this new event but trust me, I think it's pretty great to possess the virtue of patience.

Every morning I try to open up my eyes after a short seven hours of sleep. It's like I live in a different time zone. My senses are wide awake until one in the morning, far from my daily routine of calling a day at ten in the evening.

At work, I meet new people. And as the day goes by, I slowly reshowing the people around me how youthful and bubbly I really am. I laugh harder than before. I'm not even aware of cracking jokes in unexpected instances. I get to the office, turn on my computer and realize in the next couple of hours that I need to go home. The feeling is like I only stay at my workplace for more or less three hours.

I'm so happy to be placed on where I am now. But a part of me is still missing the life I used to have. I'm slowly adapting, I'm slowly learning. I'm getting used to it. Maybe in a month or two, I'll be better.

I may not know the world, but I'm ready to meet it.

And in less than three weeks, I'm turning another year older. More responsibilities, more chances and so much more.

#$%\@\&*!(#(#&$

Suddenly I realized I'm becoming more and more emotional.

I hate it.

Good night! New stories this weekend! :)

♥,

Marianne