Homegoing
Yes. Homegoing is now a word. I would have titled this entry "homecoming", but I haven't actually come home yet. I am, however, going home. On Friday. After three months. It's really exciting and kind of terrifying all at the same time.
I've wanted to go home since the moment I got here. I didn't want to believe I had a problem. And there were nights that first week that I thought about running away -- going home or anywhere. But now that I'm actually going home...now that it's all official, I'm scared.
I've only seen Sammy for what probably amounts to a week this entire summer. I've seen Mom only a little less than that. To have to face them every day now...it's a bit intimidating. I have no idea how they're going to react. Are they going to be mad, are they going to be overly cautious, or is everything going to just go back to normal? The uncertainty is maddening.
Mom says she can't wait for me to come home. That she's got some big news she wants to share.
Guess we'll see what happens come Friday.
I've wanted to go home since the moment I got here. I didn't want to believe I had a problem. And there were nights that first week that I thought about running away -- going home or anywhere. But now that I'm actually going home...now that it's all official, I'm scared.
I've only seen Sammy for what probably amounts to a week this entire summer. I've seen Mom only a little less than that. To have to face them every day now...it's a bit intimidating. I have no idea how they're going to react. Are they going to be mad, are they going to be overly cautious, or is everything going to just go back to normal? The uncertainty is maddening.
Mom says she can't wait for me to come home. That she's got some big news she wants to share.
Guess we'll see what happens come Friday.