It's been two weeks since my move back home, and everyday I give a different reason as to why I decided to come home, and why so suddenly. But none of them are lies. Everyday I feel differently about being home. Some days I remember the hope which life at home brings, some days the excitement of rediscovering my home, the warmth of family and long time friends, the sense of ownership of the success and future of APR, and just the relief of starting over.
Some days I am overwhelmed by these same things. The realization that I have become so disconnected from this part of my life. And maybe accepting the fact that I did come home running away from certain things.
But the truth is I am still figuring out why and now what and I'm rushing this ending cuz my alone time is up. Tbc
