In recent times, I think the most major life change that I have experienced is leaving home. While it doesn't feel to me like I have actually left home, considering that I'm just away at school and didn't just pack my things to say I'm out of here and off to start life independent of family, it does feel like I did move. Thing is, before moving, I had this place I stayed at. A comfortable place, with family relatives, from where I went to school.

Oh, if this didn't just end in writing right now. If I could be present at this moment, it would be so good cause there's so much that needs working on in this country. UnsplashTwo struggles of the citizens that I'd tackle and the first one will be hunger and scarcity. Kai! People are really suffering and maybe I've always known this but I may not have been aware of how severe it is if I were not living on my own. Ever since staying alone, I began to truly see for myself and understand how uneasy life can be. And then it made me appreciate a lot of seemingly 'little' things and/or gestures more.

Phew! It's been a long year. It's barely half of the year, and it feels to me like I've gone through a year and a half. I've mentioned before that I had a rough start to the year. I mean, the first few weeks went well, just as I wished, and somehow, I hoped the test of my plans would follow suit. But yeah, they did(some), but that became like the start of my troubles. I had too many troubling, restless moments. I spent so much time worrying, thinking, calculating, and recalculating(and hey, this is not about money , nor anything else financially related). I kept worrying and thinking about the choices I made that brought me to that point. I was so confused and too worried. And it robbed me of peace. Who could have thought that something like that, something I planned for and wo4ked towards, would give me that much anxiety. I hardly discuss my troubles. But the two persons I spoke to encouraged me, saying they were glad I made they move that I did. While that wasn't enough to soothe, it helped. I shrugged and just lived. I had done something good for me that came with more workload, and I was going to see it as part of growing and the baggage that came with taking a new path. And I am immens3ly grateful for that. Unsplash

Grown as I am, I still complain about having to still do homework. It can get exhausting, especially if I had to spend a good part of my day learning at school. As a kid, I enjoyed the tasks. As I grew older. They became burdensome, but I had to do them.

Oh, this just gave me memories to relish in. I speak a lot about my family and the tiny, little, insignificant yet significant(to me) things that have brought us closer and made us very knit. Eating and dining together is one of them.

I think something is wrong with my tastebuds. I don't know what it is, but these days, each time I taste certain foods and drinks, some of which I used to like very much, I find the taste weird and not for me. For certain snacks, biscuits, and drinks, I find them too sweet.