Back to My Roots
I’m a little late on my weekly blog posting here. I have been struggling quite a lot with processing my thoughts and putting them into comprehensible or coherent words or sentences. I have begun to feel as though whatever it is that I might say, will not ultimately matter. I think that I am coming to grips with reality as my trip comes to a near end. I must once again settle back into normal life. I have to return home, get a job, and carry on. My heart yearns for so much more. I wish not to be where I’ve always been, the same city with such memories that haunt me in every which way I turn. I long to get away and begin a new life, one which I create for myself. One where my past does not follow me. How I loathe running into exes, their families, or others I deeply do not wish to see. This is all too often a common occurrence. Some days living in the same house that my mom once did is painful. I can still see her being carried down the stairs by param...
