So much change has been going on lately: I started work last Monday, my sister got married and moved out last Saturday, I'll be graduating tomorrow, and last month, my primary school got torn down. My room is currently filled with boxes of my sis' old things, that she hasn't taken over to her new home. Even my dreams lately have been reflecting transition; last night a number of my old uni class/schoolmates appeared in a dream, and the same dream featured a train and tracks as a recurring motif - you don't have to be Freud to deduce what that was all about. The changes that have been and are in the process of happening aren't bad by any means, but it is still a bit sad to watch these pieces of my past fade to memories. I've never liked goodbyes. It feels a bit like being a cross between Alice after falling down the rabbit hole and Claudia from Interview with the Vampire. It seems like the entire universe is telling me that it's time to move forward and grow up... it's just that I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be growing up into. I've never really followed the beaten path of life and I'm probably not about to start now.
Still, it's not bad... just different.
And on a different kind of mutability, my current wallpaper. I think I like making Sims and Simhouses a lot more than actually playing the game >>;