Four months ago, I dreamed that I was in a café. There, a man told me something about change. I ignored it. It is just a dream. But now, as this month went on, I am suddenly reminded of it.

I will be transfering to a new house. I already said my goodbyes to some of my friends near our place and packed all that I need. They were all excited about it. They even expected that I am excited. But I am not.

Change is scary. A lot of changes that happened in my life so far started with struggles and coping up after requires a lot of years. But I never tried to delay what has to come. I face them head-on. It is just that this time, I'll be leaving a lot of ME. Never dwell on the past, they say. I know that. Always go out of your comfort zone. Believe me, I did. But there is a sense of anxiety that I always feel creeping up in my heart everytime I feel like I'm going with the flow too much.

But I have to be strong, right?
Well, I don't have any options either.
Then, to change I charge on...again.