Hey! Lots of changes going on in my life still. I've moved to the US, gotten married, and now I have time to write again. It's been some time.
It was comforting to open my old stories and see that nothing had changed. My characters, unlike the rest of my family, didn't go on without me. Some part of me knows that is selfish. Honestly though, I don't care.
Life means change. Sometimes change hurts, sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes we spend our days trying to keep hold of something that isn't meant to be held.
And sometimes, we get to control that change. We get to fight and claw and wrestle things to be the way we want them. But then we wonder, is that the way it should be? Maybe we shouldn't have fought so hard? Maybe things would be better changing?
I'm thousands of miles from where I grew up. I meet people in the street, and none of them are my friends. People I used to see and talk to every day are now casual acquaintances, marked by an occasional message.
I really don't know where I'm going with this. I guess just working through some level of grief. My life is completely different now. Not in a bad way. Just different.
Change rarely seems good in the moment. The day I left my hometown, there were tears. I cried at my last day at work. The drive to the USA was long, I spent a good part of it sleeping. However, I've traded seeing my family and friends for a new family, one that I get to help create. And that is good. There are moments of longing for what used to be my home. But this is my home now. Honestly, I wouldn't change it for the world.
I know, I know. I'll get back to writing tips next week or something. Just had to get some thoughts out that have been bothering me for a bit.
