The Long Road

This week has been strange, to say the least.
3 days ago, I got my hair done.
2 days ago, it was our 3rd anniversary.
1 day ago, I felt slightly sad to be leaving.
Today, I can't wait. I feel slightly empowered for no discernable reason. Maybe it's because I know I look my best, and feel that way too.

Maybe it's time to start making some changes. Well, they've started already, I suppose. A new look does wonders for a girl's esteem and attitude (not that I was lacking much!

There have been changes happening all around, which makes me feel almost blessed. A couple I've known for a long time have split, for reasons unbeknown to pretty much both parties. It made me realise how much I treasure my relationship. I felt guilty, not being able to enjoy my anniversary because I was sorting that couple out..but I suppose once I'm a psychologist, this'll be part of a daily ritual..regardless of special occasions. It's all in the line of duty.

I did something today that I probably have been meaning to do for a long time. I don't regret it, but I do feel slightly sad, because this person has been in my life for a long time. We've not had a lot to talk about for a long time, and I suppose I'm the one who has to be indifferent, blase, icky and iffy now. Or perhaps this will change. I feel slightly more free. Like a weight's been lifted. Perhaps I've been blaming myself for a long time? Either way, I think I now have the proper chance to start over, and if our paths cross sometime in the future, I hope the meeting will be amicable.

Relationships have changed. All around me. Familial, and not so. My family's slowly falling apart, and there's not a thing I can do about it. Ironically, the family falls apart because of family. I felt an awesome wave of pity today, for my dad. I don't know why, but it brought a lump to my throat. I must say that he's the most tormented person I know. And then I reflect back and see my mother is no better. But... that's another topic.

Friendships come together, too. High school mates have grown closer, regardless of the crap we went through in high school. We were such children. But that is expected. What a difference a year makes!

I'll miss my cat when I leave... no matter how many times he's bit and scratched me. They're love bites. I love him to pieces.

So, maybe, it's time to start over. It seems like it's the beginning of forever.

So...let us walk the long road together.