Just once in my life I’d like to be able to weather a little difficulty without getting sick. Its just plain undignified.
I’ve been living here for about a month now. The prodigal daughter returned after seven years. And really, I wish I could have stayed gone. I can almost imagine the surly 17 year old version of myself regarding me with utter disgust that I’m back. Hell, I’m still surly and disgusted by it sometimes. 95% of the time, I know being here is a good thing. Other times, I stare at the ceiling and wonder what possessed me to believe this was the best of all opportunities.
Oh well. I’ve broken a lot of self-made prophecies by coming here. Which means I ought to stop dwelling on the sacrifices and concentrate on what they’ve bought me.
