Gemotions

“Are you sure you’re alright with this, honey?” his mom asked, her voice filled with concern. Ben laughed, a big, hearty sound that bounced off the walls of his childhood bedroom. He was beaming, full of a strange, buzzing energy.

He immediately dove into unpacking, transforming the room, making it his own. His hands moved at high speed as he rearranged his furniture, hung his posters, and set up his desk. He went out, jogging through his old neighborhood, waving at the neighbors, filled with anticipation.

He started a new routine, waking up early, working on his projects. The house felt warm, full of potential, and he spent his days in a state of hyper-productivity.