You hate to admit that you don’t like being alone for a long time and it isn’t something you casually say out loud. You like being alone long enough but not too long for the bad thoughts to take over. The sad thing is, you like being alone but you hate being lonely.
You start to question everything. You start to wonder if you made the right decision, you start to wonder if you rushed into things or if you should have left in the first place.
Untethered to the compromises and occasional demands that pairing-off brings, it’s fun knowing you can wake up at dawn, go for a stroll on the beach, text some shots of that to your friends (wherever they may be), and start your day your way.
Thank you for teaching me how to love even after those lights go off and everyone is gone.
Home is the warmth of laughter with friends and sipping out of cracked dollar-store wine glasses. Home is simply an association to the place where you have the freedom to be you.
The transition into adulthood isn’t formulaic, but I’ve tried my damnedest to prescribe the right steps to get me there, and maybe imparting them to you may save some poor soul who, like me, still hasn’t gotten her sh*t together.
Change isn’t just something you’re comfortable with, it’s something you crave. You’re always on the prowl for opportunities to shake things up. It could be a new job, new city, or new friends, as long as it’s something different, you’re all in.
He gets me.
