I'm preparing to say goodbye to my old apartment, the first lair that kept me away from Hollywood insanity.
This is the loneliest move I've ever had. It was supposed to be fun, or at least it had always been fun in the past. The company, the laughter, the fellowship... Physically tired yet fulfilling. It's always a blessing to work towards something together to make a life of a brother or a sister in Christ easier. I mean, what's the meaning behind donating money to Africa when a neighbor needs help and you can't offer your help?
It is yet another lesson to learn. I think I adapt to a place pretty quick when it comes to food, physical situations, etc. because I can be by myself and enjoy random things pretty much. I don't even think that difference in values concern me as much. But it gets hard when the values are different and I have such high expectations on people to be what I thought they would be. Well, a fault on my part for that assumption. But still, being an idealist is a bummer at times.
I think rather than depending on money, I still want to depend on people's kindness. It makes me more humble and aware of people's generous hearts on a daily basis. I think it will be hard here, when money is so widely available for everyone. But I don't think I want to give up yet. I still have hope that people will be more communal here. I want to somehow slowly eradicate self-absorption and self-sufficiency through money.
Regardless, I give thanks to those who've taken their time to help and do the labor work. It's greatly appreciated, I feel loved.