I've been away from home since the beginning of my freshman year in college: 2004, and I haven't returned back to my parents-- back to where I called "home" before Seattle. When I was home, I wanted to leave so badly-- to experience being on my own and to escape from the ever-so-tight grasp of my parents. I wanted to be educated, to think new ideas, and discover a new "me," but now I feel that I've done all that.
"Another aeroplane-- another sunny place-- I'm lucky, I know, but I want to go home."
I miss having a simple life where I didn't have to worry about rushing to the coffee shop every morning and driving thirty minutes to work. I miss having dinner ready and parents who are always there to lecture me in the evenings-- being a child.
"Another summer day has come and gone away-- in Paris and Rome, but I want to go home..."
It might be time for me to return home.
1 comment:
it sucks being a grow up right? I think a lot of people would prefer to always have someone to take care of them and have them there at a moments notice, but being the adult you are has some pretty nice perks too, don't forget those.
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