It was a struggle to wake up that morning. I had too much thoughts the night before, and had a staring battle with the window to no avail. Sleeping was a struggle, waking up was another battle. Maybe it was the amount of news that I digested the day before. Maybe it was the jet lag. Maybe it was the anxiety. But when I finally force my self to rolled up the blinds, I looked over outside and let the drops of sunlight poke my eyes. I sat on the table at the window pane looking at another day in a different place. I thought of nothing for a few seconds and told my self to get a grip. Then I filled my head with any happy thoughts that I could think of and the amount of unknown possibilities out there that I might get if I went out for a walk to this unfamiliar street. So I did that, and I had that optimism again. That there was a chance I might get lost and have more stories to tell. That everything is gonna be alright. Things are gonna be alright. So I closed the window, pulled down the blinds and got ready to get lost.