Happy Labor Day, everyone. I spent nearly the whole day and night moving yesterday, starting at 7am, going until 7pm, taking a little break for dinner with my sister Grace, Betina and Hans, and then getting back to moving until 4am in the morning. But it's all done. I'm officially moved out of my Foster City apartment. For over six years I lived there, and it became my post-Berkeley graduation home. It was comfortable living there, and I'm sad to leave. I always get emotional when I leave a place and turn into a complete worrywart when I need to start somewhere new. I remember my first few days in Foster City, I really missed being in Berkeley... and now in San Jose, I find myself really missing Foster City. I guess part of it is the with the area -- I'm not even sure where to get get gasoline here. But I do know where the library is. I feel really sorry for the garbage men who will go to the apartment complex today -- there were 5 move outs yesterday, and the trashbins were overflowing with garbage.
My new kitchen is really small, but I did find an interesting feature in there yesterday -- a ironing board that comes out of the wall. The only thing in my fridge right now is blueberry waffles, an assortment of various condiments, and some mango ice-cream. My bedroom faces the east, so I see fresh sunlight shining through my window each morning. I want to get a compass and do some feng shui so that I can have a happy and prosperous life here.
There's a analog clock in the kitchen that I must replace before it drivings me completely bonkers -- I can hear the second hand ticking away from my bed at night, and often find myself tempted to count along with it. While counting sheep is relaxing, counting seconds tick away is quite stressful, as those seconds are gone forever.
The older I get, the more I realize we have the power within us to follow our hearts, but more often than not, we take take the safe, practical approach, never daring to reach further than we need to, and that makes me sad. I have been blessed with living a free life -- that is not to say that I haven't made mistakes during that time, but I do try to live each day to it's fullest and I try to change the things I can so I won't regret any decisions I make.
I may sound like one of those personal life coaches, but we really do have the power to take control of our own lives and live the life we want, but it doesn't come from sitting on your butt and complaining. You must take action. I have never heard of positive action coming through inaction. Sometimes the road taken is hard, but often the harder the road, the more rewarding the outcome.
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