It seems that I'm going out in a flash of light and clouds of smoke. I can't stop what I'm doing, but I don't want to keep being irresponsible on my body and my finances.
As much as it has been decided that I will be returning home in October (within the first few days from what it seems), I have been letting loose, and I've still got a whole week to goof off in -- sort of a last minute vacation before I go.
I feel bad enough as it is, leaving everything there, but in comparison, there isn't that much to leave behind after all. I thought that I would be happy living out here, and I am, but things keep happening, and so I'm going back. And I thought I'd be happy to go back, and I am, but you know how things are; it's that same back-and-forth I've been dealing with for some time now. Who am I going to be now, and what will become of the me I tried to pursue here? What will become of the friends I made here and the times I had with them? Will they all just go away, or will they blend into some new phenomenon?
God...
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1 comment:
The you that you pursued gets to follow you back, as you create a happy medium between that you and the you you were before.
Have a safe trip home, friend.
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