I wanted to run away from familiarity, I wanted to have the feeling of a big change, wanted to see if I can survive a big change
The change has become familiar, and I guess I will not be running away from familiarity as such, may be running into one.
I was excited and happy
I am happy but no excitement.
I had so many new things I wanted to try/experience and I even had a fear that I might cross the line.
The excitement has died down drastically, I know what things I will do, and I guess I know the outcome too.
There was no expectations from me, even from myself.
I guess I am expected to do a lot more, if not by anybody from myself.
Concept of new people excited me.
I will miss the old ‘new’ people.
Everything was an adventure
I got to find newer adventures.
There was no comparison, everything I did made history and memories
I have a lot to compare with, and I have a doubt I might end up feeling sour
I was hopeful the change will do me good.
I am sure the change will bring some changes.
Cooking was scary, and food was a big concern.
No longer afraid, infact I am looking forward to.
Its too early to mention what I am talking about, but this was on my mind for long now, so am just kicking the thoughts out onto here. All I can say now is that, it’s a comparison of times, which I am sure you guys can easily make out.
P.S I think some of the statements are a big give away.