It all started early November.. something like a huge plate shattered right before my eyes. It splattered across my feet and I can't do anything about it. Like an earthquake causing such catastrophe that further broke more china. It was dreadful. I have let the wounds on my feet heal first. It took me about few months to recover. Now its time to pick up the pieces together. And hopefully I can find a new set of plates.
The problem is that I tend to put so many expectation of what kind of plates I want. Would it be something unbreakable or something pretty that I can show off with my friends. I guess I will just keep strolling until I find the perfect match. And no matter how expensive it is as long as I have come to love it - it would make a difference.
Life's full of irony and its funny how I keep on having the same mistakes over and over. Its hard to fix something that has already been so complicated. Its hard to untangle the labyrinth of conflicting dramas. This phase is overwhelming and has so many individual headaches and heartaches. I guess I'm fragile. My life's going to a certain place which I know I want to go but reluctant of the outcome. Making it more complicated is the thought of uncertainty of where I will stay in the future.
I started to make each day worth living. Experiencing the bright sun on a Sunday morning alone. Meticulously looking at each one and how they spend their early morning errands.
Yesterday, I'm with my friends strolling in Paddington markets knowing that I don't have a cent to spent since I'm moving out soon. Rents extremely pricey nowadays. Just got a 6% increase on my rent, making it $1.5k per month - which is ridiculously unaffordable. Without second thoughts, I've lodged my notice of lease termination.
