Tapestry

08.07.2024 

‘Snow is cold, rain is wet’ — lyrics that I hear from Carole King as she sings 'Home Again'. Then as I focus on the song, I started dissecting it and kind of relate to it.

Well, I am home and have been here for quite a while. Maybe I’m missing my second home — the home that molded me into what I can say is my best version.

The version that doesn’t give a fuck and someone who still looks highly to himself.

I've already started a job for like 3 weeks now and I think I’m doing okay at the job. Well, it’s far from your conventional kind of job because there’s no office interaction; it’s more left to my own devices since I’m working from home.

I chose this not because I want it but it pays better, which makes me a slave to currency. It’s like I signed with the devil once I accepted it because honestly, I don’t want to work anymore; I just want to relax and travel. But it’s a far cry for someone who didn’t save up anything apart from his plane ticket to go back home.

A gamble? Hell yeah. But I’m already here and there’s no turning back; bug we just have to strive harder.

I’m slowly reaching the finish line of acceptance that things will eventually be better and that this storm will pass. Who knows when, but I’m manifesting it will be over soon.

A simple goal that I have for now is to save up the money I’ll earn and get myself a custom closet and save up for a smart television, so that I will have some form of entertainment around my room when I’m not working.

Here’s to me starting with small achievements and eventually dreaming for something big and bigger.

And I shall keep dreaming.