It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me... and I'm feeling... well, I'm okay.

It's amazing how you can exist every day in tedium and yet you're still going because there's that little part of you that hopes eventually something will change. But what would you change if you could change your life? Would you take up a thrilling new hobby that gets your adrenaline pumping and makes you stop thinking for a few minutes about those hopes and fears that plague you? Would you exercise and eat right and pray that biology will alter the chemicals in your brain and 'fix' you?

I wish it were that easy.
 
Anyway, I just moved into a new place. Old, converted mill with amazing vault ceilings and a brook running outside my window. I've nearly unpacked all the boxes and the dust is starting to settle; the hodgepodge of my belongings finally finding some semblance of order.

So now what do I do?

The months of planning, waiting, expecting this and that to happen have happened in past tense. I'm here. I'm poor. I need to start my life once again. There are so many things I want to do and so many things there just doesn't seem enough time or energy to do.

So now where do I start?


Here, I guess.