I've officially been home for a week. Moving back to Nebraska has been a smooth transition. I've got a newly painted room in the basement of my sister's recently purchased house. Thursday I began work for a treatment center for youth with chemical dependencies. The last three days were spent in Lincoln with those who know me well.
But I still can't name this feeling...
Somewhere between lost and home, alone and known, confused and assured, despair and celebration. It's not great. It's not horrible. It just is...
And the worst part is this unnamed feeling seems to be here to stay.
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Hey pumpkin,
I'm so excited to see you posting again. Thanks for your honesty, I'm sure there are a myriad of thoughts and feelings going on inside you right now--know that I'm praying for you as you refind yourself and begin this new season.
I quoth Ben Folds, "everybody knows it sucks to grow up." Becoming a "real" person is fun, but your feeling resonates with me.
I also quoth Jimmy Eat World, "it just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride."
It just takes some time. But a newly painted basement sounds like a good start to your next chapter.
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