Slow Sunday

And just like that, we’ve entered month number three! 

Two months have officially passed since I left my old home for my new home. I woke up feeling meh but suddenly had a profound appreciation for this new phase in life. If the last month had been a whirlwind of panic and distress, the last couple of weeks balanced it out with acceptance and understanding, culminating in the feeling of calmness today. Is this for good? Who knows. We can only hope so. It feels like going through all the emotions known to mankind and unearthing some more yet to be identified.

I have acquired a new toy (= a fancy gadget) generously suggested and given to me. I admit it has surprisingly helped a lot to process… whatever I am going through... basically, everything in the everyday. Sometimes writing is my solace. Other times I need something more visual, like a conversation, a picture, an illustration, or moving images. 

I am grateful to express myself - passing thoughts, memories, seemingly innovative ideas, feelings, and emotions - in different areas, in many other languages. It gives me such pleasure and peace to know that I have all these options and space to make myself feel heard and make these musings more tangible and real.

So, dear Self and visitor, here’s how (I express with fewer words and short clips) one slow day on a fine sunny Sunday looks like. It concludes (if not summarizes) how February has been for us in our new place we can, now more comfortably, call home.