Lived in: Leaving and Growing up.


I’m leaving.

I mean, the only people who read this are my parents and they know, so I figured I’d put it here.

Living alone overseas is hard. I didn’t realise how hard it would be until I thought about leaving. And coming home. And seeing my friends again. my family again. my dog again. So maybe I’m weak because I’m returning early. But I also know myself. And I know that I don’t have to continue to do something that I believe to be damaging to my mental health. and I don’t have to do something that is making me sad. I’m lucky enough that I have this option. I know not everyone does, but I do.

Then, when I return, I’ll have to figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life. Ultimately I’d like to live in limbo and not have to decide ever and spend my days crafting and hanging out with my friends. But unfortunately that’s not viable.

Wanted: someone to do to Disneyland with me this week. Must like Disney (obvs) and must be prepared to hang out with me.

Get Reading. Get Travelling.



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