Apr 25, 2010 20:21
It's weird that letting go happens when you're not paying attention.
It's things like discussing with people that while it was great to be back in Oneonta for the weekend, we could never go back to living there and it was nice to be going back home (even if a few more days would have been more than welcomed). It's associating positive feelings with anything related to my old roommate Lori for the first time since everything with us blew up.
It's realizing that there are people on Long Island that I would definitely missed if I moved away from here. It's feeling like I could live here in the long run for the first time, well, ever.