Heck, today was... something. Woke up to the same old alarm, the same old room, the same ol' same ol'. My little town, it’s quiet, peaceful, kinda gets to you after a while though. Dreamt of the city again last night, the bustling streets, the towering buildings, the... opportunities. I guess.
Hopped on the bike for work, another day of delivering food. Mrs. Jenkins ordered her usual, chicken pot pie from Joe's Diner. I reckon she just likes the company, lives all alone that woman. The wind was playing with my hair as I rode, carrying with it the smell of rain. Always did like the rain, it’s like the world's way of pressing the refresh button.
Then there was that incident at the diner, almost slipped on a spilled soda. My heart was pounding like a drum, could've been real bad. But then, people were so... nice? Helped me up, asked if I was okay. It was weird, kinda nice, but mostly weird.
Came home early, couldn’t handle the crowd at the park today. Too much noise, too many people. Head was throbbing like a bad speaker. Took a nap, dreams of the city again, but this time, I was alone. Felt a shiver run down my spine. Is that what I want? To be alone in a sea of people?
Spent the evening at the quiet café down the street. The one with the old books and the smell of brewing coffee. Got myself a cup of joe and a worn-out copy of 'To Kill a Mockingbird'. I've read it before, but there's something about Scout's innocence that gets me every time.
Gosh, I’ve been so... introspective today. Is it the rain? Or the city dreams? Do I really want to leave this place? And what if I do and... it doesn’t work out? Heck, I don't even know if I can handle it. But then, what if I can? What if I'm just... underestimating myself?
I need to sleep, too much going on in my head. Maybe tomorrow will be different. Maybe tomorrow, I'll figure it all out. Or not. Who knows?
G’night, world.
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