Half of me wants to stay where I am right now, in this stressful situation because it’s all that I know and that’s what I’ve chosen. There’s this comforting zone in these daily routines and sameness. The other half wants me to go somewhere far. Somewhere new. A place where no one knows me and I can live as I please.

Residency is a self-inflicted disorder.
It's a busy, throbbing, spinning, buzzing, alien environment. Everyday.

Trying to catch my breath right now. Before, surely, continue... to walk. 

Indira