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It would seem that I’ve recently developed a vapid disdain for my own house. Reflecting now, it’s become apparent that for the past few weeks I’ve managed to leave in the morning & return sometime in the evening, spending few waking moments here.
I believe its coming from me starting to question my stance on it being not a home, but a place I’m merely staying whist I progress to somewhere I want to live.
And I’m staring at the wall wondering if there is anything left to learn.
I believe its coming from me starting to question my stance on it being not a home, but a place I’m merely staying whist I progress to somewhere I want to live.
And I’m staring at the wall wondering if there is anything left to learn.