My life is made of beginnings, a Lot of beginnings. I don't know anything else.
And although everyone says those are the best times of everything I, myself would love to know how middles feel like. How does it feel to be in the middle of something. Anything. Something that takes longer than a beginning. For how long can I take all my endless beginnings to finally make it a whole? A middle.
This isn't a normal story: beginning, middle, end. I don't even care about the end. But what about the middle? How does it feel?
So far, and without counting long holidays or in-betweens (a few), I've lived in 30 different places. This can't be healthy.
1st December 2016: going on 36...