Incoherent mumbling

The grey skies look down on me, perhaps disgusted by the mere thought of this day existing. Another day in a foreign land, another day without the comforts of home or the semblance of the life before. How do you adjust to newness? How do you adjust to a new mindset, a better mindset? Why does the effort seem to be so enormous when once you take all those steps, the goal is all you’ve dreamed about? What a terrifying thought to have, moving away from everything you’ve known.