After almost three and a half years I finally decided to move out from Daniel’s place.
It was about time. Quite frankly, it was actually past time I moved out. I think I got too comfortable living there, and ended up staying longer than I should have. Living together with another person for an extender period of time is a very tricky stunt to pull off. More often than not it is not possible to keep up – small things acquire a tendency of groing out of proportions, and that tendency only grows.
Needless to say, this kind of stuff can end up being very nocive to a friendship. I know for a fact that from now on I have to work on rebuilding mine with Daniel, which got more than a few bruises in that process.
Due to several factors I decided to move back in with my mom. I don’t intend to discuss the reasons why I did it, but the one massively responsible is, I think, quite obvious.
So now I am going through the process of reacquainting myself with Itu, and slowly taking back my old bedroom – it doesn’t feel the same after all these years. Actually I don’t think it ever will. So many things are different from almost ten years ago that there’s no way it would get even close to being the same.
There are many details that need to be worked out yet, but in time everything will be on its place.