When one chapter ends

It’s important to appreciate what you have while you have it. A year ago, I was in my comfort zone, with no deadlines or limits. Now, I have a clear one: I have to move out by September. This changes everything, giving me a new perspective and motivation.

Everything revolves around this moment, this ending of a chapter. And I wonder—is life always like this? Does it have its own invisible expiration date, where one thing ends so another can begin? Just like my time here is ending, and I’m looking for something of my own.

A journey in thought, a journey in between—on my way to a sewing class.