Isn’t it odd.. the constant change of what is normal. This seemingly ever changing feeling.

It was weird to adjust from a room in my parents house to an apartment with friends.
It was weird to adjust from an apartment to a cottage.
It was weird to adjust from a cottage to a house.
And now its weird to adjust from what was our house to a room.
And it’s going to be weird to adjust from a room back to an apartment..

I know the cycle. I know the road ahead of me but the road is just a surface. And maybe some days it feels like I’m stagnant.
xxx