beginnings are never easy, there’s always something bittersweet to it making
them almost unbearably hard. They should be like a breeze, though, considering
that most of them are triggered by unfortunate events and misery you run from.
Losing a love, losing a job, losing grace, losing yourself. But no matter what
you’re leaving behind, you’ll always miss it someway down the road, and that’s
when things start to get complicated.
sinking feeling of missing something important stuck with me through the entire
course of the day, through the drive to the airport, the flight, the first time
I entered my new apartment, all the time. Yet I had just left my homeland
Germany this morning, geez, I was pathetic. I should’ve been excited, thrilled
even, to start a new chapter of my life here in Los Angeles, California today.
yourself together, God damn it”, I taunted myself quietly, sipping on the
bottle of water I had gotten at the airport before my flight had departed,
aware that I wasn’t going to have any kind of groceries at my place by the time
I arrived. I looked around the bottom floor of my new place, the bright sun
shining through that huge window front perfectly illuminated all those boxes
full of my belongings, waiting on me to unpack them.
I had hired a few friendly men who had already put up the most important parts
of my furniture such as my couch, my bed, my dining table and especially my
could’ve gone without a bed for a few days yet not without my desk, not only
because of university starting again for me on Monday but more because of me
needing to finish that novel I had been working on for over a year now. It was
like my baby, always needed to be taken care and thought of and it had kept me
from sleeping countless times.
loud sigh escaped my lips. These boxes were practically screaming to be
I think I should go grocery shopping first. Who knows how long stores are
opened around here, considering I need to find one before anyway?”, I mumbled,
already taking on my shoes.
just procrastinating”, my mind reminded me, but I just rolled my eyes and
grabbed my purse before exiting my apartment.
to our great friend technology, it was a cakewalk to find the nearest grocery
store. Even close enough for me to get there by bike, I had wisely taken with
me from back home, yet the two bags full of food and drink dangling heavily
from the two sides of my handlebar made me damn my decision to hell and back.
time I’m taking the fucking bus or whatever, anything is better than this
torture again”, I grumbled as I carried my groceries up the stairs to the floor
my apartment was in. Finally at my front door, I dug my keys out of my pocket
meanwhile letting my eyes roam down the corridor. There was only one other
apartment on this floor, my only neighbor.
I unlocked my door, I decided to pay him or her a visit tonight. Just as I
stepped inside, a loud “Fuck!” echoed through the hall, almost making me drop
fucker fuck, I almost had him!”, a clearly male voice from the other end of the
hall screamed again.
chuckled to myself. Well, I guess I was paying “him” a visit then.
(Disclaimer: I don’t own Markiplier, (duhhhh)…I know it was short but it’s just a little bit to feed your appetite. Hope you enjoyed it <3)