Growing Up.

It's inevitable, in the long run.

I never wanted to grow up. My mother remembers me telling her that I had said that I wish I could stay little forever. But stay little I did not, I gradually became the person I've become today. I'm not old, yet I'm not young either. Go figure.

I'm about to take the biggest step one can, moving out. Leaving home. Leaving the town I have loved all my life. And more importantly, those I love best.

However it's not all doom and gloom. My sister is coming with me, so that'll be good. And I do have friends over there. But it's not the same. No favourite haunts. No familiar faces.

I can sort of imagine what it's like. Someone who I used to see a lot moved at the beginning of this year. It was weird, not having them here. Like something was missing, only you knew you would never be able to find it. So I can't imagine what it will be like when absolutely everyone, bar my sister, is gone like that.

But there is only one whom I can rely on fully. My God, my Saviour, my all. I don't know what he's got in store for me. Maybe all the pain I am most likely to go through will bring me even more closer to him. I don't know. But I do know that no matter what, He will always bring me through.

Isabella

Introducing this blog and Me.

Hey to all who read this

I'm Ellie. Isabella really. It's not actually my real name either. It is my pseudonym.

On this blog, I shall post, probably not very frequently, stories, dreams, thoughts, and well, weird life experiences I feel the need to write about.

Photos shall also come, as I adore taking pictures of all that is beautiful. And that's most things, as one can find beauty in almost anything.

Oh, and Lydie, if my comment has led you here, I meant my other blog, the real one. I absentmindedly put it under this name. Although you are welcome to link to this one also, though I am not sure what shall become of it.


For now, farewell
Isabella