Sunday Morning

Today is the first time in many weeks that I wake up after 7am.

There is something about Sunday mornings after a tiring week.. or should I say, tiring weeks. The first song that popped waking up the silence was John Mayer's "Half of My Heart". The melodies are very soothing, just nice to warm up the day with birds chirping to the morning in the background. Somewhere in my head I'd imagine a place I dearly miss but have never been to.

In all serenity and all alone, the morning reminds me of the good warmth I feel at home which I'm missing badly. Sipping on a cup of coffee, I started counting down on the day that I've always waited. I used to feel great thinking about it, but today, I'm too scared to ride on that train of thought.

I've seen some who have completely changed after they left. Some found great things, some found new things, but most of them are for the better. I have a fear of the future because I do not know if change will make me feel better about life. My imaginations are telling me all sorts of fantasies that I can't put too much expectations on.

I miss certain things and I'm going to miss certain things. Life will never be the same again, time will leave me behind if I dwell too much on the past. Am I ready for a new life with new challenges? Am I ready to defend myself?