The diaries of a new comer

New

I was scared. Nothing was like before. New town, new people, new me. If you start thinking about it is better, nobody knows who you are, nobody knows your story so they can't judge you. But it's mad. It's mad that you don't know any "eyes". When you are in a place for a long time, you know the people, you know the place, you know the eyes that are watching you. But when you go in a new town, there are so many things you don't know yet and you have so many mixed feelings about it. You are ready to discover the place like a baby walking for the first time, but in the same time you are afraid, what if you fall, what if you get lost? There are thousands of "What if?" in your head.Maybe, normal people don't have so many worries, but I, I have to be an overthinker. The heavy depressing rain from outside was making me think that this wasn't the best choice, but again my thoughts we're fighting in my mind. The good ones kept telling me that taking a major change in my life was the best thing, but the atmosphere outside helped my bad ones in the fight. It wasn't a fair match.

While taking a break from my mind, disconnecting myself from my thoughts I connected myself to the real world. I start inspecting the place. One thing that I liked the most to do when I'm in a new place is observing people. Seeing their habits, their way of living.Are they sad? Are they happy? It was a crazy town. In a town with such a big population when you pay attention you can see so many contrasting scenes.Women ready to give birth, to give life to a person, old people living their last moments.People being happy, starting new things, new friendships, new relationships, others ending them. But there is the thick line between them. The people in the middle. They are not sad, they are not happy.They are empty souls...

-to be continued-