on chase

things are slowly getting better. maybe not better. but much better. the changes are necessary, and I don't think they'll end any time soon. like a lizard shedding skin, the process is ugly and sometimes painful, but afresh and stronger it becomes, and stronger yet I've still to be. I've only thanks to give for having been so fortunate to live a life like this. a life less ordinary was something I decided to seek, and it has led me to this point. a friend said to me that I am his heroine for packing up my life into boxes and go across the world just to chase a feeling. a feeling I'm still chasing and will keep chasing until end of my days. he saw through me like glass. I'm lucky to have such amazing friends, of which I will miss so dearly.

I will really have to make an effort to make friends whilst I'm there, though to make a solid routine-based social circle like one I have back home will take a good long time. trust doesn't come easy for me and I am slow to make friends. I make friends for keeps, and so the process is long and arduous. I will keep on keeping on though, it's what I've learned to do. friends have taught me well.