Usually when I move somewhere, or enter a new sort of organized thing, I drop whatever I brought with me, whoever I knew. I give myself up completely to the new place I'm in. I used to think this would be the best and fastest way of adjusting, but really it was not an adjustment. Rather, it was just like being thrown into the deep end and treading until you become so exhausted, your head goes under. Some part of my brain still tells me that this would be the best solution. The fastest way to make new friends, settle into this new life. Cut off the past. Don't think about it. Like somehow talking to people back at home would be taking away from being completely available to my new surroundings. It would prove I'm weak, unable to be where I am.
Well, I'm doing an experiment. I'm trying something new. Soaking up the sun patiently, holding on to the roots I came with until I'm ripe enough to land on the ground. Picked up and eaten with a juicy grin.
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