I slept almost 12 hours last night--and it's in the 80s here--it's great. Just a few more weeks of classes to get through. I wish I could go home for more than a few days, and I'm going to Boston next weekend. I'm missing the end of the last day of classes--the Pussycat Dolls are coming for a free concert, it's funny. So the next few weeks should be busy and fun.
I think I am not big on moving because I felt like my move was really forced. I didn't want to go but thought it might be good, so I made myself go by applying to other schools. Forcing always hurts more than helps, in my opinion. It produces a rubber band effect. I wanted to travel but I didn't want to leave. So I think it makes it a little harder for me to grow, since I forced it. I've reverted more than anything, and things will take some more time to move forward. But, oh well. My instincts were right, of course.
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It seems like you are having some regrets about your decision to have left home. And you realize that people do not have to go anywhere else to find happiness.
But the opposite is also true. Not being the place you want to be, should not hinder your happiness right now. And if you were back home, do you feel as if you would be much happier than you are now?
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