This week is so sad. I am leaving a place that has been home for the last two years. I have come to love this place. It was so special to me. The birds, the trees, the walkability of the neighborhood. It was my solace during the pandemic, and now a new chapter is beginning and I feel a lack of clarity on if I made the right decision.
I should be happy right? I am moving to a place I have always wanted to live in since I moved to this town. But I can’t help but feel overwhelmed by the change. I can’t help but feel the sadness as a new beginning starts. So many new beginnings, I am tired of starting over.
Why can’t things be just right? Why do I have to keep trying over and over again? I am so tired of trying. I am so tired of existing. Today, not everything feels poetic or beautiful. Today, I simply feel like shit.
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Written under an Aquarius sun and Virgo moon feeling like Taco Bell and a hug can cure all planetary distress.