the misadventures of Emma Fyffe
I was happy briefly. I'm even happier now. I thought I was content where I was but find myself far more content with the knowledge of where I am going.
Home, well perhaps hot home exactly, but maybe rather my home state, my old routine, etc. has become a place of not quite so positive symbolic significance. I feel like I'm standing still while the rest of the world is speeding forward into a brighter future without me. I need to break away. I thought that one more summer at home would be nice. And parts of it will be and parts of me will love it. But part of me feels it may go insane.
Things change, and I love it. Life is unpredictable and each event we encounter whether good or bad changes us, even just a little bit and shapes who we are. We make choices and deal with the consequences and learn from it.
Speaking of which, I could kick myself right now. Figuratively speaking. Of course I could actually physically kick myself, though it would be an awkward feat to perform. More likely I'd end up just kneeing myself in the forehead in the process. I typically make it a point to not regret anything, but I really don't think there's any way to describe my feeling. Ah aggravated regret, how I abhor thee. I shan't allow thee to occur within myself again. (which should be pronounced uh-GANE in that particular sentence, by the way).
Off tomorrow on a whirlwind adventure! Thank goodness! Perhaps that shall cure some of the restlessness in me.
Home, well perhaps hot home exactly, but maybe rather my home state, my old routine, etc. has become a place of not quite so positive symbolic significance. I feel like I'm standing still while the rest of the world is speeding forward into a brighter future without me. I need to break away. I thought that one more summer at home would be nice. And parts of it will be and parts of me will love it. But part of me feels it may go insane.
Things change, and I love it. Life is unpredictable and each event we encounter whether good or bad changes us, even just a little bit and shapes who we are. We make choices and deal with the consequences and learn from it.
Speaking of which, I could kick myself right now. Figuratively speaking. Of course I could actually physically kick myself, though it would be an awkward feat to perform. More likely I'd end up just kneeing myself in the forehead in the process. I typically make it a point to not regret anything, but I really don't think there's any way to describe my feeling. Ah aggravated regret, how I abhor thee. I shan't allow thee to occur within myself again. (which should be pronounced uh-GANE in that particular sentence, by the way).
Off tomorrow on a whirlwind adventure! Thank goodness! Perhaps that shall cure some of the restlessness in me.