Spectator

Another day stuck at home, watching the world go by without really participating in it. Just a spectator, a passive observer of this chaotic life.

I don't want to think about how much time I've lost like this. How many months of my life have past me by, the opportunities and experiences I've missed. I don't want to acknowledge it, so I do my best to think about the times to come, all the life to live and experiences to consume just as soon as I'm well enough to.

Another day at home, then. I really did overdo things yesterday, and I'm not much good for anything today. Still, I've been busy searching the internet for a new place for us to call home for a while. One more month, then we'll escape the shitty neighbours forever. I hate moving, I really do, and it will be even harder with me being sick, but I just have to keep thinking of the peace and quiet we're going to find, and the possibility of finding somewhere big enough to have friends come to stay. Hooray!

Meanwhile, I'm supposed to be back at work on Monday, and I'm really not sure I'll be able to manage it. This worries me greatly.