I know I haven't been writing much. To those that have been concerned for me, a big thank you to all.
Coming to the end of my 4 years here, I still can't help but wonder if I made a mistake coming here. Without a doubt, I have learned and gained so much; what's there to complain about? But the loss of freedom has always bothered me: I could never run away with a loved one when I felt like it; I couldn't drop out of school if I realized it was never right for me; I couldn't waste my life away where the bridge and fog meets... How would you feel if you were me?
I guess it is time for a homecoming. It feels so foreign, yet I know everything will be familiar when I return. I guess I wasn't half as disappointed as I should have been. There's nothing to mourn for. Right from the start, I had chosen San Francisco over H or Y. There's no question about that, so whatever. Make me come back if you want: I want to be reunited with my sister, my nephew, my dear friends and all my loved ones.
I think I'm ready.
Lovers cannot help but love. They are lost in this never-ending quest to fill the deepest abyss. When I think about all the mistakes I've made, the sense of feeling complete for once (wouldn't you kill to feel that way?), the inheritance of loss (not to my credit, of course)... I feel that perhaps I was never ready for this crazy world.
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*finally found your blog again montyelm =)