...reality is waiting.
I just posted yesterday and the fact that I'm posting again should really speak to my current mood. I'm so very relieved, terrified, and anxious to be starting the trek back to Georgia tomorrow evening. It's a conglomerate of emotions flooding over me and honestly the mix is overwhelming.
I've never been well on my own. I have a singular real friend in Georgia. And while she's amazing, she is very busy on a regular basis and I end up alone 80+% of the time. I suppose that won't matter much for the next month or two while I finish my internships, but I still don't enjoy being alone for much time at all.
Leaving my parents' house is a bittersweet thing. I miss having my own space to do what I want, but greatly enjoy the simplicity of being here and knowing I'm taken care of no matter what. Feeling like I'm fifteen again, however, reminds me of just how much I'm ready to go back to my own house. I just wish I knew more (good quality) people that I enjoyed being around. With all my family and great friends spread across the US, it makes things that much harder on someone as co-dependent as I.
But I am excited to get home, to finish working on my house, refinishing furniture and decorating... (even though we'll be working on moving in October/November) But I get my dog back as well and that is the most exciting thing of it all.
I just posted yesterday and the fact that I'm posting again should really speak to my current mood. I'm so very relieved, terrified, and anxious to be starting the trek back to Georgia tomorrow evening. It's a conglomerate of emotions flooding over me and honestly the mix is overwhelming.
I've never been well on my own. I have a singular real friend in Georgia. And while she's amazing, she is very busy on a regular basis and I end up alone 80+% of the time. I suppose that won't matter much for the next month or two while I finish my internships, but I still don't enjoy being alone for much time at all.
Leaving my parents' house is a bittersweet thing. I miss having my own space to do what I want, but greatly enjoy the simplicity of being here and knowing I'm taken care of no matter what. Feeling like I'm fifteen again, however, reminds me of just how much I'm ready to go back to my own house. I just wish I knew more (good quality) people that I enjoyed being around. With all my family and great friends spread across the US, it makes things that much harder on someone as co-dependent as I.
But I am excited to get home, to finish working on my house, refinishing furniture and decorating... (even though we'll be working on moving in October/November) But I get my dog back as well and that is the most exciting thing of it all.
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