As homebody as I am
Who would have thought I'll move out
The introvert lamb
With a heart that is ready to shout
Few weeks ago, I long for the idea of moving out to an apartment nearer my work. It was nice thought until I really moved out.
The first week was the worst. I could not sleep at the new place. I cannot even eat properly. Everything I see is spoils my appetite and as I would say before, I wanted to eat 'real food'. It's better when I am at work or in class because I can talk to a lot of people (And to think that I didn't have a problem not talking to anybody before) and it eased the emptiness that I felt.
The worst was when my roommate has to go home (we go home every weekend, but my day off is different from hers) and I am left at home with a shitty internet connection and only my phone to keep me company. That was when I felt really alone and felt like no one is really there for me.
Nonetheless, the night only gives us loneliness for us to look forward to the next day when we hope for happiness.
This might all be just a trigger since I transferred to a new department at work and that I have to do the "getting-to-know-you" part all over again and to get used to the new schedule and new job. And then I had to move out of the house, so that's another change.
Anyways, all these will pass when the time comes. All these will get better and all these will be faded into background and I will just do what I do every day.
There's that,
sleepypotterhead
