"You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn't really your home anymore?" - Garden State
I can't pinpoint the moment that I first felt unsettled in my parent's home, but I think that college changed me immediately. As soon as I discovered that I fit in somewhere, that I could have my own life, my own home, my parent's house lost its meaning.
Don't get me wrong, I love my parents. I love my dog. I love their house. I just need my own life, my own world.
I have a life in Israel. I have a life in Colorado. I feel wanted in both places. I feel needed in both places. I feel empty and alone at "home."
I hate not having a solid timeline. What if my plans fall through? What am I going to do?
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