Just so you know, this week is going to be busy as hell.
I have a lot of prioritizing to do and decision-making to do and research to at least start. Time feels like it's going so slowly and yet I already feel like I'm running out.
Today I was told something I had never heard before. I'm not sure how to interpret it. And it's ironic because it involves separation, which is what my mind is going through right now. Separation of opinions, choices, all of that.
After waiting my whole life to be "grown up" and to finally become a teenager, I honestly don't think I'm ready. I am becoming evermore aware of my dependencies on things, and on people. After wanting to leave home for so long, now all I want to be able to do is just come home.
Home is a strange concept (and now I'm just rambling...). What qualifies as home? Is it allowed to be called a home even if you are not able to go there all the time? Are home and family necessarily directly related? What qualifies as family?
I'm all over the place, my apologies.
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