I moved to a new city this week. A new culture, a new workplace, a new identity. Everything before this sunday will now only be a memory and no longer my reality.
Although everything is still the same, there is a sharp sensitivity to the nuances of my surroundings. I look at people eating, talking, even working with a child's sense of wonder.
I miss odd things that were familiar, like my big old bathroom( yes, I really do) and my non speaking neighbour.
There is the possibility of future adventures and a wistful longing for the time gone by.
