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January 26, 2015
Tired of concentrating on little details, my mind wanders toward looking at the big picture. Last year, I was living with family temporarily. There was more interaction, which I enjoyed, but often avoided to be with myself and feel out things. This year, it seems I can be with myself as often as I choose, having my own place. But often I choose now to opt for interaction. My soul yearns for a connection. Pictures, un-hung, sit by the door to my apartment. A part of me doesn't think this will last. And it makes me sad, this unsettling.