Hello friends, it's been a while since I wrote anything here, but my last news is marked as an important event in my life, so I thought to through some word here and blabbing about life stuff.
Recently I got an evacuation notice from my cabin. I've been here for over a year now. And this journey had to come to an end.
I made a small video about it. Feel free to watch it.
It's been a bit harder to leave this place, honestly didn't think it will be this hard.
This was the first place I lived in that I make it the way I like, the living room, the kitchen, the bedroom, all decorated and built from scratch by me. I am so proud of this place and all the work I put into it.
This place the only place that I love to rush back to it, even there where no one waiting for me here.
This the only place that I truly called it home!
Leaving is not easy at all. Thankfully I had amazing friends to help me go through this, and I was talking to one friend about it, and it strikes me, how many houses I lived on the course of my life, I racked my brain searching, scanning my white cels, and got stunned by the numbers.
I lived in 14 houses in the past 3x years. I moved around six cities, and I studied in 8 schools for the whole 12 years!
I don't know if this is normal or anyone had a similar experience?! but I feel it's too much.
That makes me realize; I am holding on to this home so hard, my first home ever! I am tired of moving, I need stability, to feel secure, to be at home.
After I wrote this, I felt better, and maybe I should do this often, write down whatever in my head, and make me feel better.