All things new

Fast forward to half a year and I suddenly find myself restless and wanting to go back to writing about what's going on. This may partly be because of the hormonal imbalance the steroids and creating, and partly because I am stressed out of my mind without anyone to talk to about certain about because everyone has their own problems going on, and I hate to interrupt.

It strikes me funny how I used to crave for the Dumaguete apartment as home when I was in Tacloban. Now i'm yearning for the country as a whole. The US is a whole new league for me, and I still cannot grasp the concept of not meeting/talking to friends as much as i'd want. (What friends?) Used was I to the lifestyle of 30-minute plans and hours of talking as if it were something I wouldn't even think about. Now we're all about timezones, waking hours, work schedules, and all the mature stuff we keep on putting on hold till' last minute. I will get used to this, I am a mature person. *Repeat to self*

New Year has just passed, and my body already misinterpreted my "2016 goals of setting priorities straight" as "I think she wants an overhaul. Let's binge-eat all her platelets, save two." Sigh.

This year is off to a pretty interesting start. Now i'm experimenting with interactions, study styles, and medications, to complete a priority-fulfilling start of 2016. As depressing as it may sound, there may be some promising points, but i'll get to that next time. Well, I did get a new phone, I am very thankful for a mark of location permanence in the form of being readily available for contact without dependence on WiFi. I mean, if I was in my bargaining mood i'd say I would trade this for good health yeah, but that's not me right now, maybe in a few hours, we'll see.

I am looking at things through a different perspective.
All things new.