Does everyone feel nostalgic about your hometown at some point or another or is it just me? Is that what is feels like to be “homesick” – something I’ve never admitted to before?
After leaving home almost 6 months ago, I haven’t looked back since besides a short 24 hour visit to celebrate the great dads in my life. I’ve been busy with online school, an internship, a job, and building and maintaining new friendships. Now that I’m settled in my big city, I can’t help to think of what I would do if I moved back to my hometown. Who would I hangout with? Where would I work? I’d get to see my friends and family a lot more, but would I always be wondering about what else is out there?
I’ve also had an intense wonder of what is actually ‘out there.’ I’ve been very tempted to just get on a megabus and go. (I’m now obsessed with megabuses since a coworker introduced them to me)
I’m learning about who I am and that can be scary. Do you ever do things that are out of character? I do. And those are the thoughts that keep me up at night sometimes. I’ve learned a lot about forgiveness and why people do it. How can some people do it so easily? Those people are good people.
I’ve been writing letters and baking more lately, those are two things I love, that make me feel like myself. How come the yummiest treats have the worst ingredients? Like a whole stick of butter. Comfort food.
The letters are so personal and they make me actually use my brain. Not the brain I use when studying statistics, but the brain I use when I’m having a conversation with a close friend; the kind where you can’t even catch your breath.
What I’m really trying to say is: I’ve been drinking coffee past 5pm and I need to reconsider next time. Life is weird and it happens all the time without slowing down.