I imagined it would always be sentimental to leave home, for real, for the first time, but considering the fact that I’m an extremely nostalgic person to begin with, the eight-hour move, for real, for the first time, hit a bit harder.
On top of the mountain, I looked out at the deep green and specks of blue. I’d like to work on certain anxieties, but in that instant, I was grateful for the view. I was proud of myself for growing in the ways I have.
“Just cause things are happening to you right now, it doesn’t mean they’re always going to happen to you.”
Do you remember your last night at home? The home you grew up in with the familiar cracks in the paint and the squeaky sound of the stairs.
When the sun dips below the horizon and darkness fills the sky, I tend to think there’s a certain vulnerability embedded in the night.
